puddlesofun

Okay, so up until now I've managed to keep to the no internet rule, but I just thought I'd make a quick update. The no TV thing has been less successful. For a couple of Wednesday nights there was a fact that had to be faced, and that fact was this: I am David Attenborough's bitch.

Anyway, as of last night I am at 42,160 words, which is not as good as I'd hoped, but not bad. I should be finished on Friday, so I'll be free to go wreak havoc on the city come the weekend.

Me to city: I said havoc! Havoc, damnit! Stop looking implacable and fear me!

City: Not to put too finer point on it, but you weren't exactly renowned for your l33t wreaking skillz before November. Did you have anything new planned?

Me: I'm gonna...um, well, I could...drink. A beer. Or something.

City: Ooh, look at me. I'm quivering like Newcastle in '89. I haven't been this scared since that british footy fan took "paint the town red" literally. Lucky she only had the one bottle of nail polish.

Me: Fuck you!

Erm, I think maybe I've been spending too much time by myself. So if anyone wants to do stuff this coming weekend, let me know.

And now, back to work!