Whew.
It's been ages - it always is, because I only have interesting things to say about once every six months or so. And possibly a little less often than that.
Actually, I don't really have anything to say now, either. I was grouchy at myself for a while this summer because I haven't done any of the things I wanted to do, but I still have time; I don't have to waste the rest of my summer with spreadsheets and getting mad at myself if I don't want to, and I don't want to. So.
I'm kind of living in a bubble, have been for a while; if it hadn't been for going to the movies a few times, and work, I probably wouldn't have left the house much at all. Which is a little lame, but I don't mind too much. I think I'm probably lame in much worse ways than that one.
Miranda and I have worked out a bartering system whereby she exchanges pieces of her 2006 NaNo for pieces of mine. This is necessary because some unbelievably weird bug in the file I was writing in kept it from saving, and so despite the fact that I wrote about 80,000 words last November, the NaNo itself ended up being not nearly as long. Thus, Miranda is now baiting me with her NaNo to get me to finish it. Which is working, and I should probably be doing that now, instead of this.
I think that I'll probably post more often next year - being Bailey's roommate is probably going to be much more eventful than being Danielle's, if Calculus was anything to go by.
Actually, I don't really have anything to say now, either. I was grouchy at myself for a while this summer because I haven't done any of the things I wanted to do, but I still have time; I don't have to waste the rest of my summer with spreadsheets and getting mad at myself if I don't want to, and I don't want to. So.
I'm kind of living in a bubble, have been for a while; if it hadn't been for going to the movies a few times, and work, I probably wouldn't have left the house much at all. Which is a little lame, but I don't mind too much. I think I'm probably lame in much worse ways than that one.
Miranda and I have worked out a bartering system whereby she exchanges pieces of her 2006 NaNo for pieces of mine. This is necessary because some unbelievably weird bug in the file I was writing in kept it from saving, and so despite the fact that I wrote about 80,000 words last November, the NaNo itself ended up being not nearly as long. Thus, Miranda is now baiting me with her NaNo to get me to finish it. Which is working, and I should probably be doing that now, instead of this.
I think that I'll probably post more often next year - being Bailey's roommate is probably going to be much more eventful than being Danielle's, if Calculus was anything to go by.