No room for romance
I finished my NaNoWriMo outline. It was supposed to be a romance, but when I was finished it was more thriller/horror. There was just no room for the lubs. Poor lubs. Bobface has decided to join me on my mission. I knew I could depend on Franbo to beat him into submission! Whee!
My throat is hitting new lows of skritchy-ness. How the fuck is it only 10am?? This day can't drag, I have a mid-term in the afternoon and dreams of congee in the evening! Woot!
Last night Boyfriend and I did knife drills. Basically he puts on safety goggles and tries to stab me with a fake knife. It's my job to ding him in the eyes and then get out of the room (he stands between me and the door). Fucker is fast! I did okay on my blocks but need to be quicker on my feet.