So, I showered this evening before coming to bed…and got shampoo in my eye like woah. Splattered. Right into the eyeball. Spent like 5 minutes washing it all out. Poor guy.

Remember when we were kids, how scary it was getting our hair washed by mom or dad? I do. I remember that distinctly. I remember my mom telling me that she wasn’t going to get any into my eyes, and me being like “okay…but, are you sure?” I don’t actually have any memories of getting shampoo in my eyes as a kid, but I definitely remember that skeptical feeling about shampoo in general. It wasn’t to be messed with.

Today was a work day, and I pretty much kicked ass. I didn’t *quite* finish all the narrations I wanted to, but that’s okay. I killed it on the writing front. 90 pages today. 50% more than yesterday. I also got my Pages-per-hour down to 25 today. TWENTY-FIVE. Up from 18. This means I can now guarantee you, barring any set-backs, that I will finish this phase of the rewrite on Thursday. Ha-le-loo.

After that, it’s a read-through for line edits, then type those in, and poof, we done. I can’t wait. It’s going to be, like, two weeks later than I wanted, but it’s still HAPPENING. Praise be.

Man, that is about all I got tonight. I am friggin tired. My neck was a bit stiff, which slowed me down on the narration side of things, but as long as I finished out the next three days strong, I can *easily* make up the smidge that I’m behind over the weekend. A weekend that I am taking off from work, I’m afraid. Ira is getting wiped the fuck out. I reserve the right to change my mind about that, but we’ll see.

Nighty night. Coops is wedged up between me and the Ho, cleaning his paws, and we all know what that means: sleepy times.

Oh, and Richard Hatch passed away today. He was Apollo on the original Battlestar Galactica, and also a recurring villain-type character (can’t remember his name) on the reboot series. The Ho and I used to see him at all the Star Trek conventions. Apparently, he had cancer and he didn’t tell anyone…so, RIP man. You’ll be missed.