Scarier than Halloween

Can I do it? Can I do it? Can I do it?

Fuck no, I am insane.

more NaNo whining

Le muse is tired. She wants a nap. I want to say "why do I do this to myself every year," but I love it! It exhilirates me when those 1667 words do DOWN each day. With that in mind, and with it also in mind that this is a journal, something I can write whatever I want in, and maybe motivate myself, I am going to update my word count EVERY DAY. Yes, drive you as crazy as the Tweeters do, heh. Only mine will be small, like vegetables we have to swallow every day, and it might be entertaining:



Please don't defriend me! November goes by pretty fast and then I will return to relative sanity until Christmas. After that I'll be the usual Pollyanna wannabe therapist Queen of teh Random. So no worries, right? *screams and runs to Word to begin ZOMGNANO*. My potato will have words by the end of the day.

p.s. Why is my NaNo icon acting as crazy as me?