Oh, hey! On this page, I could write. I love it when I find a page where I could write.
Scripture was comforting in direct proportion to its bitterness upon the tongue.
283 / 400
Partially because apparently, in this chapter I remembered how to write, I only added 262 words today, but I did get all the way through Chapter 12, which means tomorrow I start with Chapter 1 and the Dostoevsky quote. I love the chapter epigrams for these books: they're way too much fun. So, not too bad a result for a day when I was distracted and out of sorts and just generally failing the sit down and work test.
And now I am ravenous, in part because my body did not feel like finishing its lunch, despite me feeding it and everything--and I am also still feeling kind of exhausted and sickly. Which I think calls for something spicy for dinner. Probably involving hot sauce. Since I don't have any cheddar.
I meant to get to the grocery store today--I need milk AND butter AND eggs AND cheese, which is pretty much an unsupportable position.
But at least I have sweet cider.
God, I love this time of year.