I hate my novel and I don’t care who knows it.
I have begun procrastinating.
Tomorrow, I expect to finish unpacking.
And by the end of the week, I expect to finish my cousin’s wedding sampler. WAAAAAAAAY ahead of schedule.
It does not help that I am about to be felled by the cold from hell.
I suspect that trying to prevent it from happening with an orange a day and lots of liquids has only put off the Inevitable.