Grumble Mumble

I can't do it. Why is it that I can imagine a MILLION different conversations in my head with Justin, and can picture different scenarios, but yet I can't come up with damn dialogue for characters? Can't come up with a damn plot? What happens that things get stuck traveling from my brain to my fingers? DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. Why the hell did I sign up for NanoWrimo anyway? Bleagh.

And yes, I've conjured what feels like at LEAST a million conversations in my head. Ever since having real conversations started getting difficult between us, I started to imagine them. Oh, and since the time between conversations started growing as well. When your boyfriend works nights and then sleeps the rest of the day when he's not working, there's not a lot of phone time to be had.

Oh, and we're on a break. But, we haven't defined it. And, it's, I dunno, it's just all really really weird right now. And I don't like it. And I keep starting sentences with the word "and". So, I'm sorry.

I'm going to put my pjs on. I should go to bed anyway.

Madden is such a big galooph. And Peyton Manning is such a cute dork. Yup, I'm watching the Colts/Pats game. Go Colts! I don't really like the Patriots anyway. Haha.

Procrastination

I was just on the phone w/ my dad...for over an HOUR. He was very chatty tonight. Mostly about politics. However, that lenghthy convo w/ him, and then a shorter one with Wicccachicky, means I haven't started any of my writing for NanoWrimo. Yeah, oops.

I'm feeling a little well, terrified. And, overwhelmed. I'm not sure I have the 50K in me. I guess we'll see, eh? So, I'm going to go write now. Really, I am...here I go. Watch me now...

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Ok, so it's now 9:42 and I got this done. But, it's a bunch of crap and it's not connected. I need a damn plot.

1,757 / 50,000 (3.5%)

Central Standard Time

It feels like it should be REALLY a lot later than it actually is. Normally I don't feel the difference from switching the time from daylight savings to standard time. But, I sure do this time. What is it about this particular year that I feel so old?

I had my yearly gyno appt today. (is that too much info?) Well, it went fine--no red flags or anything. I think I'll leave it at that.

I tried to work on homework tonight, but just didn't really have it in me. And, right now that it's 10pm, I'm really tired. Ready to head to bed tired. Which if any of you know me really well, you know that that's a bit early for me.

I didn't do anything for Halloween today. At all. We had our past board presidents visiting at work today, which meant no dressing up in costumes, but more like dressing up for work. Since I live in an apt, I don't get trick or treaters. So, nada.

Oh, one more thing, that's kinda important. If you notice the icon picture thingie to the left, it's drawing attention to the fact that November is National Novel Writing Month. I'm participating. We'll see how it goes. I kinda started a book a WHILE back (like, this summer). It went nowhere, except for on my desktop. Wish me luck.