I didn't write anything in my novel for Wensday. I'm afraid my motor tic disorder got the better of me. Today's flavor was the slow tic. There was a bit of back ticking, but mostly today just felt like walking through a block of cotton candy wearing a heavy suit of armor in an inflatable moonwalk, but not nearly so fun or festive.
Maybe I should just say I sat and processed things slowly all day. I even ruined the spaghetti sauce. I'm Italian. It takes a lot for an Italian to ruin spaghetti sauce, yet I managed it. I should have backed away from the stove when I discovered that when I thought I set the sauce on two notches up from Low it was actually two notches away from High. I barely saved the sauce from scorching, but then I pushed my luck and added the spices. Who knows what I put in there. Turtle Wax? Battery Fluid? It was bad.
When the ticking spell subsided around 1:30am, I suddenly realized (thus proving that the ticking spell had subsided) that I had an article due in the morning. What fun. But I typed it out quickly and then instead of going to bed got distracted watching "Justified" episodes off the internet.
Now I must sleep. Here's hoping I have a better day later.