This week brought to you by the letters W, T and F...
So I answered the door in my housecoat just now, because apparently I am physically incapable of ignoring the doorbell in case someone needs actual help. It was a nicely-dressed fellow with a clipboard. I assumed a sales pitch.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to sell you anything!" says he cheerfully, "I'm actually practicing my Christmas carols! Want to hear some?"
"O_O" said I, in earnest horror.
"Just kidding!" he says, "I'm totally here to sell you something."
*FACEPALM* Man, I was almost tempted to give the dude some money for making me relieved that he had a sales pitch! Neat trick, that!
I can't possibly be the only one who has a violent recoil-and-flee reaction to people serenading me, can I? It is ALL THE AWKWARD and I absolutely can't deal with it. XD
NaNo Status Report, Day Three: So I'm limping along just barely sneaking into the vicinity of the wordcount goal each day, and my narrator is a little bit colder than I'd originally intended, and there is a whole lot of unentertaining internal monologuing going on. Hmm. I hate to say it, but my lovely supposedly-thinky political plot is... well, it's kinda boring. Erm. I feel like I'll need to make somebody pull a gun or burn something down or start a riot just to keep myself from falling asleep face down in a big bowl of oatmealtastic exposition here.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to sell you anything!" says he cheerfully, "I'm actually practicing my Christmas carols! Want to hear some?"
"O_O" said I, in earnest horror.
"Just kidding!" he says, "I'm totally here to sell you something."
*FACEPALM* Man, I was almost tempted to give the dude some money for making me relieved that he had a sales pitch! Neat trick, that!
I can't possibly be the only one who has a violent recoil-and-flee reaction to people serenading me, can I? It is ALL THE AWKWARD and I absolutely can't deal with it. XD
NaNo Status Report, Day Three: So I'm limping along just barely sneaking into the vicinity of the wordcount goal each day, and my narrator is a little bit colder than I'd originally intended, and there is a whole lot of unentertaining internal monologuing going on. Hmm. I hate to say it, but my lovely supposedly-thinky political plot is... well, it's kinda boring. Erm. I feel like I'll need to make somebody pull a gun or burn something down or start a riot just to keep myself from falling asleep face down in a big bowl of oatmealtastic exposition here.