I am HYSTERICAL.
HYSTERICAL, I say. (Not actually drunk. But I feel it.)
That thing a couple posts ago, where everything was funny? It never stopped. Omg. It hurts. Pain. Hernia. grrugglglkkkdgruesomedeathbylaughter.
I Hate Myself and Want to Die, or, The NaNo Forum That Is Eating My Brain.
But the real killer:
The Nanoisms Thread
The things people type at four in the morning, shaking with what must surely be a toxic level of blood caffiene, padding word count with reckless abandon. HYSTERIA ENSUES.
I am absolutely in love with NaNoWriMo. Fate has spoken. It's like a month-long convention, that fleeting feeling of shared madness stretched out into a thirty-day high, without losing any of a con's close-atmosphere potency.
DAMN YOU, GREEN BARS.
-rave
That thing a couple posts ago, where everything was funny? It never stopped. Omg. It hurts. Pain. Hernia. grrugglglkkkdgruesomedeathbylaughter.
I Hate Myself and Want to Die, or, The NaNo Forum That Is Eating My Brain.
But the real killer:
The Nanoisms Thread
The things people type at four in the morning, shaking with what must surely be a toxic level of blood caffiene, padding word count with reckless abandon. HYSTERIA ENSUES.
I am absolutely in love with NaNoWriMo. Fate has spoken. It's like a month-long convention, that fleeting feeling of shared madness stretched out into a thirty-day high, without losing any of a con's close-atmosphere potency.
DAMN YOU, GREEN BARS.
-rave