I think I scared Carrie earlier today when she innocently walked into my office to ask a question and I gave her the Look of the Damned. I'm working on a book that needs to be out approximately now. I'm proofing second pages. I had finished the first 240 pages yesterday, but this morning I found the next 310 pages sitting on my chair. So far I've checked changes. I haven't even started proofreading. My eyes are about to climb out of my head and run away. I took a short break and went next door to buy some Diet Mountain Dew. My eyes were confused, as they weren't being required to a) read print or b) concentrate on something a foot from them. They were quite confused at needing to focus on things hundreds of feet away. Now...the proofreading.
Current song in my head:
"All I Have to Do is Dream" by the Everly Brothers