So I’m about 3000 words behind already, which isn’t great, but what can you do. I have a million excuses, but they’re either boring and entirely made-up, or real and worth a post down the line, so I’ll save them. (Because I’m greedy about my material like that.)
All I’ll say in the meantime is that my patience is at an all-time low, and if I don’t get into an actual fist fight on the subway by December 1, it will be completely amazing. Seriously, it’s amazing Sgt. Lucky hasn’t made me sleep outside on the stoop yet. I am a grump.
In the meantime, though, I hope November is treating you all well so far, and that you’re feeling less cuckoo-bananas than yours truly.
Jennie Smash 