Grammys Baby!

The only parts I've watched have been the very beginning with Lady Gaga and Elton John and then the performance of "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. Had the first thing not been happening I would not have watched at all. As a general rule I don't watch award shows. I'm actually pretty ignorant of them. I didn't even know the AMAs existed until Adam Lambert brought them to my attention.

But enough about that.

The rewrite is...I suppose I could say that it is going mediocre, but only because of the past few days. I haven't written a thing. Mainly because, typically speaking, no one write very well when they're dead asleep, which is what I've been for the better part of the last seventy-two hours.

I haven't any idea why I decided to turn into sleeping beauty, but I did. I feel kind of sick. And I'm still very tired. Then there's school tomorrow and I have a group project that I have to work on. Group work is the very bane of my existence, not to sound dramatic or anything. Mainly because there's collaboration and then there's research.

I'm supposed to research 1/3 of the paper and write 1/3 of it as well. I'm trying hard not to sound like a diva and say, "I don't co-write" but regardless of what I say there will still be undertones of that. I've co-written before, but not only was that fiction it was with someone whose writing no only complemented mine but blended well. Plus, I knew them.

But I'm going to do some research before I fall asleep again and I'll probably be up and writing again by Tuesday at the very latest. I've gotten to that weird point of rewriting where you know everything that's supposed to happen, but you want to make it happen in a different way so half the time I'm mumbling to myself about technical things like weather patterns and dates. It makes me look super sane. Seriously, I appear to be the perfect picture of mental health.

Pretty soon I'm going to need to find some betas though. I should probably start looking...