Nov. 16th, 2004

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Words tonight: 1578 real count
Total words: 52000 SMF
NaNo total: 12000 (and today was what, the 15th? Le sad.)
Sustenance: Garlic ginger chicken soup and echinacea-mint tea because I am SICK, dammit. Apparently germs are transmitted via chat.
Assistance: none
Exercise: er, um... typing?


And today I dipped my toe into the dark and frightening waters of "art metal". (Don't worry, I have a floatation device.) [livejournal.com profile] bloodwedding mentioned OTEP the other day, and how they stand up by providing links to all sorts of support groups on their homepage--rape counseling, substance abuse, suicide, depression. All sorts of things that can really help someone who needs it. Not enough people take the time to do stuff like that. I figured the effort was worth my $15.00 and bought House of Secrets

It's gothy, creepy, angsty, and silly by turns. The bio on the website is pretentious as all get out. Metal that takes itself seriously is just funny. But I like this CD. "Buried Alive" is a great song, and earned itself a place on the KoM soundtrack. I may go back and buy Sevas Tra. It's always nice when artists give a damn whether their fans live or die, or suffer alone in the dark or find help.

And now I must to bed, for I am scratchy and achy and stiff and generally BLEH.
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It's a bit ridiculous to call this NaNo, since I'm so far behind. Ah well--I press on.

Words tonight: 1133
Total Words: 53500
NaNo Count: 13500
Reason for stopping: They want to make a plan. Madness, I say! And Rainer's about to actually do something proactive, and he needs some time to work up to that.
Sustenance: Echinacea-mint tea, ginger-mint tea, chicken broth... Whee!

I called in sick today, and it was awfully nice to actually spend the day writing, instead of trying to cram 1000 words into a few hours before bedtime. Wouldn't it be great if I got paid to do this? :P

On a sadder note, I stopped by the pound today looking for Mr. Fluffypants, who is AWOL. He wasn't there, but many other kitties were. One of them kept grabbing my hands through the licking my fingers. His neighbor in the next cell was a frickin' enormous ginger tom. A giant, lion-sized mass of red fur. Had I had bolt cutters on me, they would be free right now. I'm seriously considering going back for the dire cat. He could stay on my porch... I could get a catgloo... Yeah.

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