Great. Now I have two ideas for a Nanowrimo novel, and I can't do it even more than I couldn't do it before, because I'm diseased and five days (and counting) behind whatever tentative schedule I'd set for myself.

Anyway, unless you have a good excuse like the Impending Thesis of Doom, you should be doing Nanowrimo. And if you're in the 'Berra, and doing it (come on, all the cool kids are. Except me) you should sign up for Rach's spanky mailing list. Because they're doing cool shit like swapping writing soundtrack mix CDs and a whole heap of other stuff I wish I could do.

Fuck it. Why do they always have to put this thing on in November? Why the hell couldn't I have got my thesis in on time?

However, the (only) good thing about being diseased is that I seem to be the Goddess of this cold. Seriously. I have no idea who I got it off, because I wasn't around anyone sick in the week prior, but suddenly everyone in college has it. Bwahaha! I will bring you all down! All shall love me and despair. Or sneeze, at least.