Stupid is...

Getting within spitting distance of the end of a story, only to forget to upload the file before you leave work.

I think I'm going to go cry in a beer now.

I wanna live, and shed my skin

Despite that last setback, I rallied, and wrote a chunk of the end in a new file.

"Catch"
Words today: 862 just now, and another 700 or so at work.
Words total: 5000 and something, I think.
Reason for stopping: It's time for the miracle to happen. You can't rush a miracle.
Sustenance: not enough
Exercise: yeah, I should do that, shouldn't I?
Tyop: I lung at her
Darling: It's in the other file
Mean things: Sol -- being crushed and defeated, and refused mercy. Also, truth hurts.
Luna -- quick and dirty breast implant removal
Deaths: Only Sol's delusions
Quirks: Sol is the angel of self-delusion. She's a lot better for a thorough ass-kicking, though. I really like Luna.
Words Word don't know: inframammary
Words I'm surprised Word do know: transubstantiating