Liveblogging the deathtoad

[desperance]

I have seventy-five pages still to go, and I'm really really tired. And I haven't packed yet, and my back aches, and I'm nearly out of wine. None of this is any good at all.

And yet, and yet. Can't stop, daren't stop; I have to have this done before I go. I really do, I need to leave it behind me. With everything else, more or less.

*keeps calm, and carries on*