[12:17] stillsostrange: *escapes the sloth*
[12:17] stillsostrange: *watches it hog the covers*
[12:18] matociquala: I have sloth too
[12:18] matociquala: perhaps this scene needs a sloth
[12:22] matociquala: (Benedick suffers from anhedonia)
[12:22] matociquala: (But the sloth cheered him up)
[12:22] matociquala: (It's hard not to be cheerful when you see a sloth.)
[12:49] stillsostrange: there, unslothed
[12:50] matociquala: My sloth is extreme, and my whole body aches.
[12:50] matociquala: Perhaps I should stay home from climbing tonight
[12:50] stillsostrange: EXXXtreme Sloth!
[12:50] matociquala: It's chrome-plated
[12:50] matociquala: and has pinstripes.
[12:50] matociquala: go faster stripes on a sloth.
[12:50] matociquala: now THERE is irony.
[12:52] tanaise: Does it have a spoiler?
New Words: ~400
Things Chaz and/or Hafidha ate, considered eating, or refused to eat: nothing, which may shortly become problematic
New words: 2032
Microsoft wordcount: 40200
Manuscript wordcount: 47250
Deadline: May 1
Mammalian assistance: Dogs and cats, living together....
Reason for stopping: bored. Oh, look. It's the middle of the book. I can tell, because I am bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. Also, I hit my quota. I might try to write a little more tonight, after climbing. Tomorrow I have no plans, so I might go for a real hardcore day and see if I can hit 50K. That blessed 200-page-mark is almost within sight.
Darling du jour: But it was hard not to cheer up when you saw a sloth.
Tyop du jour: Benedick booked his knees over a thick bent limb
Jury-rigging: Shockingly, that went about as I anticipated.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Hey! it's hard not to smile when you see a sloth!
Today's words Word don't know: mirthlessness, anhedonia, deus, suckery, mushed
Words I'm Surprised Word Do Know: muciliaginous, microenvironment
Sustenance: a ham and cheese sandwich, tea, fruit.
Mean Things: mirthlessness. anhedonia. cyberleeches, as promised. man-eating plants. more giant arthropods.
Other writing-related work: none
Miles to Lothlorien: 245.2
Guitar practice: Fear me, for I am learning "Yellow Submarine." On the theory that I should know at least one song in which nobody dies.
The Internet is Full of Things: But they all make me crabby.