I do believe I get paid tomorrow. This means I'll be shopping for christmas gifts. I have three or four people to buy for.
What am I doing tonight? Well, I have work in literally two minutes and then after that I'm going home to work on my plague of frogs story. I have roughly another two thousand more words to write, plus two hundred or so. Then I need to revise it a bit because I hate, hate, hate handing in a first draft. There's also the other thing: ice cream! I bought some Neopolitan - three flavours for the price of one - and now I crave it. I need to work on the full arc of the story and figure out how it climaxes - I wanted to avoid bringing in this character, Marian, who's responsible for the plague, because then it gets into familiar territory. But the story wants her in there, so I need to figure out how to twist her presence around and avoid the stunted relationship plot thing. It was a one night stand that the characters had, after all, they were never in love.
Somewhere in this library, a baby screams. It sounds like he's passing a gall stone. How unpleasant.