Forcing a Distraction, Part I

Since I’m going through some unpleasant feels that I don’t expect to pass quickly, it seemed logical to try and distract myself from them rather than wallow.* Deviant internet pornography wasn’t really doing it for me and there is nothing to do in this town worth leaving the house for (unless you’re into bars (spoiler: I’m not into bars)), so I was back to confronting the feels.

AND THEN I remembered 3 Day Novel.** See, I have this habit of only remembering 3 Day Novel after it’s already started so I can’t do the actual competition part. Of course that’s no excuse to not mainline caffeine and EBM, tie myself to my laptop and open a blank document just to see what will happen.

Obviously this is a terrible idea. But if the past is any indication of the future, knowing that will have approximately zero impact on my trying it.***


*There will be plenty of time for that later, in my yearly Birthday Angst post… coming next week—on muh birthday! :D
**Let’s get the obvious question out of the way: Yes, this is a real thing. It’s sort of like NaNo. On amphetamines. And hallucinogens. With an improbably cumbersome object shoved up its ass. Anyway.
***Seriously, what the fuck is even the point of being overly self-aware if you seemingly lack the ability to utilize that insight? (I want a saving throw.)