bother!

I have caught up with NaNo. I think, in order to keep the spice alive, I must spend this year frantically flailing about to catch up after a couple of days of slacking. Otherwise I'm just an idiot. Your call. I'll be caught up for today, too, in a little bit, but I figure I'll write that scene out by hand, then type it up. That seems to work better these days, when I have no real clue as to what the hell I'm doing. :P Halfway done. Halfway. Just keep...swimming?

If I had a gazillion dollars, I'd buy me an Alte after I bought people their presents. Until that day comes, I drool over other people's.

Comments and all that good stuff after I've eaten. And slept. Possibly written that last 600 words.

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I wish I could draw semi decently on a regular basis. Occasionally my muse turns more animated in nature and my skills do not lie in that area except for maybe a week, total, in any given year. As in an hour or two here, an hour two there, and all together at the end of the day on December 31st and you might, might, might have a week's worth of not horribly sucking work. Might.

This would be so helpful when it came time to express the crazy thoughts. Sketching crazy works much better than writing crazy because people assume you're, I dunno, nuts when you start writing/talking crazy. But if you draw crazy you are creative as well as troubled. :P

So. Yes. My nephew did some internal organ damage to me, but luckily it was just in that emotional sense. We were suiting up for our walk outside [tis chilly, so he needed a jacket and I needed shoes, right?] and he says, "I miss *face scrunches up* that guy."
"What guy?"
"That guy!"
Ohhhhhh. You mean Ryan. So I say his name and Thomas perks right up. "Yes!"
"He... he doesn't talk to Aunty Mar anymore."
"Why not?"
"Dunno." By now I'm doing my best not to grit my teeth or bleed all over creation because I do not necessarily suffer in silence all that well all the time.
As we get to the door he says, "I wanna call him."
"He moved. To Maine."
"Oh. That's far away."
"Yes."
"Well, maybe he doesn't have power yet. Then you'll hear from him again."

I find you, I break you, deaf-boy. I will break you.

See? Less crazy if in art form. I think.

always keep me close.

In other news, Widget's friend's dog put its paw into my mouth by accident. Blergh. Never had a better incentive to wash my mouth before. Nyergh.

It's chilly, dude. When I find it chilly, we've officially passed chilly and entered cold. Yay!

Dude, you know you're in bad shape when you're relating to a Nickleback song.

Caught up with NaNo and that was even before I got to the scene I was counting on to take me up to the last six hundred or so words I needed. I take my victories where I get them.

Still working on making my way through the same book I've been reading for the last few days. Probably because I cheated and read the end and now I have to go through the rest and pick up the story. Bother.