I also am sick, and my cheekbones hurt, which is new. I think my wisdom teeth are coming in too. YAY.
Maybe the cheekbones are connected to the teeth? I hate the dentist. YAY.
I GET to go to the dentist! Maybe. Perhaps this is just congestion. *hopes*
And final word count for the day:
Too bad I couldn't pull out another 32 words, but... :D That gives me something to strive towards. I kinda wrote all the scenes that I had in my head already, too. So that's jolly. I think tomorrow I'll start a riot. And possibly police without Miranda Rights. Or should I keep them? I'm unsure. OOOOhhhh, I'll keep them, and the bad guys can ignore rights. :D That's a better plan. Fare Well, internets!