The update:
As of 11:59 p.m. on 11/11 I have 13,108 words.

The morale:
Pretty much the same as last year, only I'm a bit further behind, and also more bitter about having to skip social activities. On the plus side, I've got more material and plot twists ahead of me than I did before, so I'm not worried about running short on content.

The excerpt:

I hit Snooze on the alarm clock over and over again; strictly speaking I’m not snoozing, but "Reconcile Yourself to the Hopeless Necessity of Getting out of Bed" won’t fit on the button.

I swing open the door of the medicine cabinet right as I walk in the bathroom, in part to get to the eye drops as soon as possible, but also to turn its mirrored surface away. The bottle of Visine is empty, which I discover only when I shoot air into my eye like some kind of ineffective home glaucoma test. This is not how I want to start my day.

Buy One, Get One Free comes to my rescue, as there’s a second bottle lurking behind the first. I tear the cellophane off the box, break the safety seal on the box, take out the bottle, break the safety seal on the bottle’s cap and still - still - I put a drop on the back of my hand and wait to see if I detect a burning sensation before venturing to put the next drops in my eyes.

Paranoia: the gift that keeps on giving. Or is this just what it means to be a child of the Eighties?