I'm wandering around aimlessly waiting for NaNoWriMo to start.
Two weeks ago I spent about 3 hours at OfficeMax lovingly touching every post-it pad known to man and came home with this:
I've got a chiropractor appointment lined up tomorrow to work out whatever kinks I create writing my arms off tonight at midnight.
We're heading out to Italian food and then seeing Hereafter so we can kill time until 1) kids stop ringing the doorbell screaming "Trick-or-treat" at our purposefully darkened house 2) NaNoWriMo begins.
Now I'm going to do some dishes. I'm THAT bored.