If I were a My Little Pony, I would be Sparkle Plague.
If I were a Care Bear, I would be Hacks-A-Lot.
If I were a Strawberry Shortcakelander, I would be Nightshade Muffin.
If I were a sign of the apocalypse, I would be Crippling Cough.

So I apologize, internet, but I am going back to bed. Also, I will not be answering comments on this post, because oh gods too sick to die.

Words: 4,226.
Total words: 146,291.
Estimated words remaining: 4,000.
Reason for stopping: I am sick even unto death.
Music: really, really LOUD rock and roll.
Cats: Alice, flat on the lower tier of the cat tree; Lilly, on the windowsill; Thomas, on the top level of the cat tree.

As expected, I did not finish the book today. Also as expected, the book is going to run a little over my first draft estimate, putting us, oh, probably closer to 155,000 than 150,000 words. That's fine. Soon, I will finish this draft, process my pending edits, and ship the whole messy thing off to the patient Machete Squad for hacking into bits.

I am truly and genuinely almost done with my first series as Mira Grant. I am getting ready to write "THE END" on this huge, sprawling, amazing story. I am delighted. I am terrified.

I am also sick even unto death, so I'm going to go sleep now.