Act IV, scene xi is done, and it's 29 pages long, and it took three damned days to write. And Kit just backhanded an earl. I knew I liked that boy for a reason.
Being dead is so freeing when it comes to dealing with the peerage.
Also, a much better day today, thank god, although you should see the bruise on my right big toe where I dropped the bottle on it yesterday. I think it wouldn't be overly dignifying it to call it a hematoma.
I did mention yesterday sucked. *g*
And now I will hug my cat.
Alas my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
When I have loved you for so long
Delighting in your company