dear december: bite me. signed, prince of space

So I have about 25,000 words to write in December if I want to make my 200K goal for getyourwordsout. I do love that instead of frantically writing I am going to write a post on not writing instead: I am a professional, guys, fear me.

Anyway: 25K words in a month isn't bad – I did it in July and August of this year for FFEX – but it isn't great, either, for a month full of finals and holidays. It's… half of NaNoWriMo. I shall call it nanoNaNo. (demiNaNo might be more appropriate, but oh well.)

So while I waste hours today in a very long meeting, let's see what the internets think because I am already bored.

[Poll #1492869]

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah

and now, a change of pace

1) I have found the grey corduroys I've been missing for about six months now. They'd gotten mixed in with my jeans. Which is a shame, because I love these pants. I am a big fan of corduroys for some lame reason; I don't know, but I love them. On guys, on girls, on me.

2) I really want to chop off my hair. But I'm torn because it's so long and I don't know if I'll ever have the patience to grow it this long again. But it doesn't look great long unless I put *work* into it; short hair might be easier. (Or uglier! I DON'T KNOW.)

3) I feel an almost undeniable urge to go out and buy boots.