posty posty post!
It's November third.
Two days ago, I began seeing Christmas commercials.
Those of you that know me will be aware that this means I am going to start getting my panties in a twist about Christmas merchandise and commercials showing up.
And those twisted panties are metaphorical. And they don't have reindeer or candy canes on them. Don't judge me.
Also, NaNoWriMo has given me the opportunity to use the word "cannibalistically", which is (surprisingly) a real word as far as MS Works's dictionary is concerned. Rock on.
(Oh, on that front, I'm lagging about a day and a half behind, since I spent yesterday either at work or asleep, with nothing in between except a brief meal in the evening, and Sunday--all of it-- was spent at work with a couple hours of staggering exhaustion at home tossed in as an afterthought.)
Two days ago, I began seeing Christmas commercials.
Those of you that know me will be aware that this means I am going to start getting my panties in a twist about Christmas merchandise and commercials showing up.
And those twisted panties are metaphorical. And they don't have reindeer or candy canes on them. Don't judge me.
Also, NaNoWriMo has given me the opportunity to use the word "cannibalistically", which is (surprisingly) a real word as far as MS Works's dictionary is concerned. Rock on.
(Oh, on that front, I'm lagging about a day and a half behind, since I spent yesterday either at work or asleep, with nothing in between except a brief meal in the evening, and Sunday--all of it-- was spent at work with a couple hours of staggering exhaustion at home tossed in as an afterthought.)