Can you hear that sound?

It's my rusty writing skills screaming against the strain I'm trying to put them under.

Day: #3
Word count: 3,107

I didn't even write a full page tonight. For reals? I'm losing steam... and fast. Though, today was a terrible day to gauge.

What sucks most about NaNo isn't NaNo in and of itself. The word count, the innumerable cups of coffee, the lost hours of sleep as you rewrite that last paragraph in your head fifty more times even though you know there's no going back... no, that is actually mostly tolerable. At least if you're insane enough to be doing this. No, what really sucks about it is the rest of life refuses to take a hiatus whilst you NaNo your hours away.

Take this morning. I tossed and turned all through the night. No idea why--an explanation has yet to be divined to me by God or Murphy. But suffice to say, I lost sleep, and it wasn't even worth it as you can see by the sluggish word count. My brain woke up at 6:00, an hour before my alarm was set to go off, and my body craved that final hour of blissful rest. But no... no, alas it would not be mine. Not fully. So I shucked off my covers in defeat after hitting the snooze button all of twice in the belief that Starbuck's would soon soothe away the already bad morning.

I've recently changed bank accounts. I'm still awaiting the debit card from my new bank, and my old account has crept down to a mere $5. So I knew a bank visit was in order so that I might obtain the life sustaining goal of overpriced latte goodness. My car needed gas, my stomach needed breakfast, and my work ethic needed caffeine. But another disappointment was to befall me today. 30 minutes into Wednesday, all my hopes and dreams were shattered by a tiny little sign informing me that my new bank's drive thru didn't open until 8:00.

What... the... eff...

What bank doesn't open before 8:00?! This would definitely be the beginning to a Hyperbole style sneaky hate spiral. (Fyi, Hyperbole and a Half is also not mine. Her name is Allie Brosh and she's pretty much the funniest blog on the Internet. I am ashamed to admit I wish I was as good as her. I suppose I started this blog in hopes I could be, but unfortunately I am falling flat. You can find her at: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/)

Anyway... back the the shitty, non-coffee day from Hades. Long story short (too late), I had to turn myself back around and head home to a cold bowl of cereal that wouldn't last past 10:30 and pitifully take my bottle of pumpkin spice coffee creamer to work in hopes I could make a cup there. After, of course, Sharpie-ing my name all over the cap. Nobody friggin' touches my holiday creamer. I'm currently trying to replace every fluid in my body with it for efficiency.

So, suffice to say my mind has not been in the place for writing at all today. I've spent most of my day trying to snap out of lingering exhaustion. I didn't even come into my studio until 9:30, giving me only an hour to write. What started out as 350 words behind has quickly and staggeringly multiplied into about 1,900 words behind.

Guess it's ridiculously lucky I only work until 12:00 on Fridays and have my weekends to myself. Saturday concludes the first week of NaNo, when word count should be around 10K. 27 days to go and I already feel like that straggler at the back you wished you hadn't brought on the trip.

And now, a perfectly illustrative picture from Hyperbole that gets my point across: