miserableI'm making decent inroads on Paper Mario -- I think I'm almost done, even. Yay! Still, I'm better off playing when my head's not all woozy. I tend to screw up in battles a lot.
I hate being sick. Hate hate hate. Something about constant low-level physical discomfort tends to make me really unhappy. This means that A) I'm more likely to be upset and B) I'm more likely to express it. Yeah, I tend to lean more toward the sailor side of vocabulary, pretty much. And just mope about for no particular reason. I feel so useless. Blech.
Also, NaNo is four days away and I have no fucking idea what I'm going to write this year. I'm thinking of digging up a society I'd partially built ages ago, but I have no idea if it's going to be enough to get me writing. I sincerely hope this isn't my first year of failure. It'd be a shame to see a five-year winning streak down the drain.
