33,133 And Counting…

For those of you wondering if I’m still alive, the answer is yes–albeit in weirdly mutated form. I went from a fairly pass-as-normal college student, able to cook a meal and stay up for most of the daylight hours; to a madly-giggling, dirty-haired wreck, existing on merlot and coffee drinks, reese’s peanut butter cups, and veggie trays. I don’t think I’ve seen high noon in a week. I’ve listened to so much techno, random noises are now taking on a danceable rhythm, like in that yuppie car commercial. I sleep in my fingerless writing gloves, the black ones with little pink and blue stars. They keep my mojo from leaking away when I finally crawl into bed at 11 am. I am a sad, sad case. And just think, this condition is shared by 70,000 increasingly-insane people worldwide! I watch their spiraling towards madness on the NaNoWriMo forums, typing my own bizarre posts at three in the morning with shaky, spastic fingers. And as you can see, I’ve begun to use waaaayyyy too many adjectives. Word padding, baby! I’ve still got 16,867 words to do in 9 days, w00t! 

Wait, this is my blog? Oh shit.

See you on the back cover…

(203 words)

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