Mostly I'm just hot and tired, though. It's back up over a hundred in Vegas today, and I was out in it for about two hours, and that always kicks my ass.
And I've reached that horridly whiny stage of the novel where I want it over with. Now. Please. When really, I should be trying to figure out if I can dig in and train myself to enjoy the journey and maybe look around at the scenery a bit or something.
Okay. Page 730. Here we go.