I have found the most gorgeous
green velvet coat in Monsoon (
kradie will understand why I crave one). It feels lovely, it has loose sleeves and, best of all, it has POCKETS. It's even affordable (well... I'd be completely skint once I'd bought it, but I could live with that.) I just need them to order it in my size - or rather, in the size above mine, because I hate not being able to move my arms properly and I'm hoping there'll be more leeway in a bigger size... *fingers crossed*
Broached the topic of NaNo with the creative writing group at school yesterday, and they do seem interested. I'll have to print some more posters off, try and get some RL meet-ups sorted. The Sovereign lot'll be there again, which is nice. Novel-writing AND social life? What madness is this? Tomorrow I can do guilt-free plotting - for once, I'm actually up to date on schoolwork, even on the EPQ (bibliographies, how I do hate thee.)
And now I'm going to indulge my sporadic OCD-ness and tidy my desk. I want to believe...