What? You mean I don't have to write 2000 words tonight? Or every night from here on out?
I think that whole habit thing is true...I definitely feel kind of lost not having to write every night anymore!
So...rather than write secret NaNo-vels, I will just bother everyone with my daily ramblings on here.

Happenings Of Note:
A requested picture of my eye made for an interesting photo-op this evening. Keep in mind--I am also sick with a cold. So my camera work is a bit shoddy.
But you get the idea. Not exactly something I want on my eye.



Got an email from my 8th grade english teacher Mrs. North. It's nice to occasionally hear from her, although it has been way too long since we have had lunch together...almost 2 years now. That's amazing to think about.

And...a good day at work, despite the fact that it was super-windy.

All for now.

No, I have not turned into Colonel Cathcart. I have just managed to drag my sorry, literary-minded ass through 50,000 words of drivel in an effort to cross the 2005 NaNoWriMo finish line! I think "1:4" is the most productive thing I have done since my 2001 finish in the Decker Challenge. Yes, I think that is correct.

Although I would much rather again write 50K in words than run 20K on some of the hilliest terrain in Austin. See the above graphic? See the sharp incline right above the "D" in Decker? Yeah. That was about mile 8 when I started walking and realized that 2 hours and 15 minutes of running was perhaps a bad idea...

I digress.

I am super-duper-psyched that I have finished NaNo, and now can return to my usual hours of procrastination working on my secret blog.

I also feel the need to let everyone know that the Roomies were reunited a few weekends ago when Shirikins was able to make a rather hasty trip to the ATX for some pre-Thanksgiving partying. I think it was because I sang "Come Back To Texas" on her voicemail, but some say she might have just been homesick. Whatever the reason, I for one was glad to see her, so glad in fact that we all got dressed in black and went downtown and were apparently looking cute enough for the Austin2Night people to take a picture of us. It was nice to have a vodka tonic with two limes once again, and hopefully LA will not turn Shiri into too much of a California girl.

Speaking of world travel (or contiguous US travel as the case may be), JHann is on her way back home for the holidays and has told me that her father AHann wants to see Mean Rachel so badly that "he's going to break out the good stuff!" I am looking forward to what is becoming an annual (although it sounds like this year a somewhat buzzed) visit with the Hann's.

And. On a lesser note. I have a black eye. Oh yes, really.
For details on how the accident occured, please go ahead and find something stretchy and elastic and attach a metal swivel snap to it. Then hook the metal snap loosely around an object. Pull on the elastic until the metal snap breaks free and aim it at your right eye at Mach 1.

All in all, moral of the story: Life is good. Life is great. I am smiling. But--ow!

So every word I type should be going towards NaNoWriMo since I have about 2500 words to write between now and uh...er...tonight, but Dunndee has been bothering me to update this so I'm going to just say a couple of things.
One--the unicorn show was phenomenal. I think I could have spent at least another hour staring at the different portraits of unicorns and, more interesting, the way the artists chose to draw the equine anatomy. Jen's piece was beautiful and--in typical JW fashion--HUGE. The biggest mofo in the gallery.
Two--I must take the blame for the angry woman in the keg line for taking her clear plastic cup full of beer and handing it over my shoulder to The Man Who Knew Too Little. He had nothing to do with my swiping of your cup and had I been a touch more perceptive, I would have realized that they were passing out RED solo cups to the people in line and obviously, obviously, yours was not "up for grabs." Just take heart knowing that I am not familiar with keggers, having never been to one, in fact I don't even know how to operate a keg, and know that I have never played a drinking game. Take pity on me for at least that.
Three--Can you blame a girl for her tolerance level going way down when she hasn't drank in weeks and there are $1.50 wells?

It was also great to run into Mariel, whom I don't see enough of and probably should try to be better about that.

Okay. 2500 words here I come. This should help pass the time...

And so. This will take a backseat for a little while to NaNoWriMo. Trying to write roughly 2000 words a day for the next 30 days should at least keep me occupied enough not to completely lose my mind...right? Right?