| OK SO. I am just discovering that I will have forgotten my ideas by the time November rolls around if I don't write them somewhere, and since I don't feel like saving them on the computer... the interwebs seems a beautiful option.
In the real world (you know, y-arth), a boy named "Billy" turns 11, which is pretty damn exciting when you think about it. (We're talking double digits without a zero, folks)...
On another, more depressing note, my father has informed me that "The Werewolf Attack" written by myself in the third grade, is the most horrible story ever written. I don't believe I have the heart to continue with NaNoWriMo. - Mood:sad

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