I am going *away* from the computer. I’m going to eat dinner and go to the comic shop, and I’ll come back when I’m done with ch. 28. :P

I don’t feel good. I’m tired, I’m grumpy, my tummy is upset (I really need to start eating better; pizza for dinner last night was just plain stupid), I’m bored, I don’t want to write, I don’t want to work, I’m tired of the dog romping around, I’m just generally pissy. *sigh*

I have nothing to report today.

40,200 words, or thereabouts. Haven’t actually counted, but the chapter was in the 600s somewhere when I stopped writing to watch Buffy (yeah, I watched it, because I’m indoctrinated, or something). So I wrote just under 4K words today, I think. Somewhere around there. My brain’s a little tired now, or maybe _I’m_ just a little tired. I could finish the chapter, but I think I’ll take a page from Hemingway’s book, and begin tomorrow from one true thing.

40K in T minus 400 words, and counting.