It's practically snowing outside, the fluff is falling so thick and fast. Good time to be inside, since nothing tastes worse than fluff on the tongue.

I have caved to the Nanowrimo pressure. I'm going to do it. Try it, at least. I figure something else to focus my time on might be a good thing. Stop me playing so many damned computer games in between the thesis writing. So, yes. I'll do it if Jen does it. Then we can suffer together.

This is going to be a spectacular disaster. I can tell.