I was just thinking that if every time I was futzing around on the computer I just wrote one or two paragraphs of my novel instead, I might actually be further along with it than I am now. This evening, riding down in the elevator from work, I got to thinking how much I would really like to have a draft of the full novel by the time I’m done with school. It’s not going to happen, but it would be nice. Then I got to thinking about how I might make it happen. Then, as you might guess, my head hurt.

Which is not to say I’m in a bad mood or a sad mood or any other kind of mood. I was just thinking about how I’d like to plow right through the rest of the novel. I was also thinking how I’d like a dog. I didn’t tell Stephanie that because she came home in an awful mood about work and I didn’t want to bring it up, lest she think I was pulling her chain by bringing it up and then changing my mind swiftly, as I’ve done a number of times regarding a dog.

But anyway, back to my novel. I’m even really excited about the next chapters I get to write. They’re the best. And the chapters after them are even better. It’s a really exciting thing for me, to write this story. I’ve been working on it for five years, for Christ’s sake, so it should be.

Uhm, yeah. Bananas.