I feel like I’m never going to finish. I wish I had just started on day one. In my defense, I forgot all about it, to be honest. I realized it was November, but I had forgotten I was participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Maybe it’s because it is my first year?
Anyway, I was going to go to a country club with someone in the family (I think she’s my second or third cousin or something?) who is close in age with my grandfather on my dad’s side (therefore my dad’s dad), but I was tired, and my throat hurt, so I canceled going.
I’m frustrated with myself, because all I’m able to do right now is sleep. I’m exhausted. And I’m not really hungry anymore.
I feel like death, if that’s even possible.