Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song
After fuming and almost putting my fist through the netbook, I decided I needed to continue it. Continue it as if this was meant to happen. So I did. I started it over and made it as the narrator was finally going to tell the truth. It will be far nastier, far dirtier, and it will cut out a lot of the stuff I wasn't liking out of the first draft -- the stuff I thought made the narrator more tolerable. He'll still be a fine fellow to start (you need that arc), but instead of happening in "real time" as the first draft did, this will be written about after the fact.
Irritating. Yes. Insurmountable? Hell no. This could be the best thing that could happen to it.