Yeah, today was a day I shouldn't have gotten out of bed. Should have just stayed there.
The temp dropped twenty degrees last week and I made the mistake of leaving the gym with my hair wet. I know- it is one of the things your parents tell you over and over not to do. I did it. I've got a cold now and a sore throat. I think I have a fever too but that may be my inner hypochondriac (yes I've read FSOG).
So I got feedback from CP #1 on my last set of pages this morning, and while encouraging, I have a mountain of work to fix. Which sent me into a small rant of "I'm never going to be done with this sucker".
Next at work, I had a hurry-up type project to complete and out of the blue some very angry sales person called me to read me the riot act. I can honestly say I didn't deserve it. I work in advertising. What the heck is there to be so angry about? Regardless, I felt lousy afterwards.
And no progress on editing. Stuck on trying to come up with a better scene in chapter 11. So I've been stuck for 3 days, four tomorrow because I'm writing this up instead of trying to fix/edit. Oh well, like I said, some days, I should just not get out of bed!
Oh, and the cats are on strike because I ran out of Fancy Feast. I only have Friskies, which they turn their nose up at (thus the photo).