NaNo Now You Know.
I'm up on NaNoWriMo by about 500 words, helped generously by the fact I've been sick and home from work the last couple of days. Look for that streak to continue, as the doctor at the walk-in clinic I visited this afternoon seems to think that, despite the lack of fever, I have the flu and have, as such, been ordered to stay home from work the rest of the week.
I remain amazed at how things evolve when you go into them with minimal planning. For the moment, anyway, I'm enjoying the freedom.
And the WTF, oh yes, the WTF. That too.
In other, shallower news, these ridiculously spoilery stills from Supernatural 5x10 are causing me to make unladylike grabby-hands at my computer screen. Sue me. I love the trench coat porn.
And that's what it is. Porn. I'd be ashamed of myself if it wasn't so plainly true.
I remain amazed at how things evolve when you go into them with minimal planning. For the moment, anyway, I'm enjoying the freedom.
And the WTF, oh yes, the WTF. That too.
In other, shallower news, these ridiculously spoilery stills from Supernatural 5x10 are causing me to make unladylike grabby-hands at my computer screen. Sue me. I love the trench coat porn.
And that's what it is. Porn. I'd be ashamed of myself if it wasn't so plainly true.