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Good job it's no-one's birthday today

Because I would have forgotten it.

For the last 30 days I have been convinced that November ended on a Friday i.e. tomorrow i.e. the day that is actually the 1st day of December.  But November ends today! As in on Thursday November 30th! What that means, and what I just realised when I looked at my little typepad calendar thing, is that way down here at the bottom of the southern hemisphere, the NaBloPoMo challenge is over. And I did it. Yay!

NaBloPoMo, we've had a great month. Apart from a few problems early in our relationship, when we didn't really understand what made each other tick, on the whole we've gotten along swimmingly. And while there were times when the internet tried to come between us, we stood our ground.

Looks like we made it
Or I thought so, till today
Until you were there
everywhere
And all I could taste was love
the way we made it

*sniff*

[NaNoWriMo -- I've still got your number. I'll give you a call next year].

Quitter

Tonight signals the end of two things: Quin and Tabitha's jazz concert (hallelujah and praise the lord) and my 2006 NaNoWriMo attempt.  As I sat through the final performance this afternoon, my head pounding as a result of mother-helping ten under-aged prima donnas through the process, I contemplated my pathetic word count and the effort that would be needed to meet the deadline and I realised that I'm all outta love for the NaNoWriMo.  Last year was our year.  It was new, it was a challenge, but a year out and I'm all enh, whatever.  I don't think we can bring that feeling back. 

NaBloPoMo, on the other hand...well!  Just the way it brushes my hand, ever so gently, as if by accident.  The way it catches my eye then looks away, pretending it's not interested.  Let's just say, I'm still committed to the NaBloPoMo.

Back to the dancing.  Turns out buns were required for the hair, which would have been fine, had the buns not been required to be hidden by the baker-boy hats, which would have been fine had Quin not been blessed with the thickest hair ever.  A tantrum was had. But then I pulled myself together and did the best I could. 

It appears I have signed up for hip hop classes next year. As in, I am signed up for hip hop classes next year.  After witnessing my hip hop moves, er move, this afternoon Quin said, "did you think about the 'fun adult tap' classes?"  Next year she's doing her own hair.

Back by popular demand

Despite his hangover, Boston slowly remembers how his evening ended up.

The alternate title to this post is: it's day 8 and I have nothing.  NOTHING. The well is dry. The bolt has been shot. Add three more metaphors for I'm all out of ideas, and you'll start to get the picture.  And speaking of pictures, here, have another.

He can't even stand to look at her.

If I'm struggling for NaBloPoMo ideas, things have gone from bad to downright ugly on the NaNoWriMo front.  Frankly, I'm not excited by the story any more, I've achieved less than half of my target, and each day that goes by sees my required daily output grow exponentially.  If don't pull finger soon I'm not going to be able to claw my way back. Also I'm in the middle of marking exam papers and they pretty much suck my will to live.  I know! I'll just sit here and angst about it rather than actually doing anything!  Because that's always worked for me in the past!

I'm so glad that's been resolved.  And now for something a little different.

She knows what who Boston did last summer night.