I was going to talk about my day, which consisted of too little sleep, church early in the morning (early for me), being part of the children's story, a transgender educator-minister doing a sermon, a discussion after service about transgender identities, a short amount of time in Lash's chat, falling asleep, watching I Am Love, and going back to sleep. Which I suppose now I have done, to some degree.
Instead I am going to complain about the fact that I tried for 40 minutes to sleep again, then gave up because there was a detailed story floating around in my mind--down to some actual lines--and I felt helpless to sleep until it was written down.
So I spent 2 hours writing and now it's nearly 3am and I have 3,500 words in a story I didn't want to write (yet). While there is a story that I do want to write, and would have liked putting those words toward.
Oh, writing. You mess with my brain. You also added a character I totally didn't account for and am now not entirely sure what to do with. Awesomesauce. Will you let me sleep now?
Edit: Nope, totally lied, you should never count on me for numbers late at night. Though the written-word number was right, I actually have 1,490 posts - so 10 more to go! *Is embarrassed.*