Last night I dreamed that I was a contestant on "The Amazing Race." Apparently I'd replaced Mary, because Peach was my partner. Imagine my joy. At one of the pit stops I made a pig out of myself, then on a road block we had to climb through this weird system of pipes, and I'd gained so much weight that I could barely fit through, and I was panicking because I might get stuck and the twins were coming up right behind me and they were going to have to shove on my ass to unstick me, but then I realized that no matter what I'd be in front of them and I was still in the lead, so it was all good.

I think I might be too wrapped up in that show.

I should have gone to the library today to research my psych project that's due next Tuesday, but I didn't. Sunday I went on a photo shoot with the boys and I managed to bugger up my back even worse (it's been hurting again ever since I started riding my new bicycle. Yes, I bought a new bike. Couple months ago. I rode it, and didn't stretch, and my back has been protesting ever since), and it hurts, and I really just didn't feel like leaving the house today. So I didn't.

The Chapter That Didn't Want To Be Written is finally almost finished. My part's done, except for some minor revisions as per my beta readers, which I'm about to finish up. My esteemed co-writer still has half a scene or so to go. Once she gets that written and gets her revisions done, all I'll have to do is code it, and then it will be up. We're so sorry it's taking so long.