I...Can't...take....the....wait...*shakes angry fist at the slow passage of time*
Why isn't it November yet? It should be. Then I could see my best friend and watch her get married. Plus it'll be Wrimo time finally and I can start writing in that frenzy that is so addicting and cardiovascularly dangerous. I figure it'll go something like this:
Week 1: Oo yah, look at this word count, hell this'll be easy, more tea
Week 2 Part A: I'm bored, story is crap, what's on animecrazy?
Week 2 Part B: Holy crap I'm behind, stupid word count, how can anyone type 1676 words a day!
Week 3: Coma, *blinks wearily at key board*, oh yeah ---> back into coma
Week 4: Frenzy is back and with a vengence, at this point I should just morph with my computers to become a creepy cyborg chick then I think and it shows up on the screen, no more typing {*fingers rejoice at the respite before remembering cyborgs don't exist. All ten figure are then depressed and mindlessly wander onto keys they shouldn't*}
Either that or I'll hook up a chai I.V. and just go from there. OOoooo chai, Yum!
Now back to the title you might ask yourself WTF? Sad little squashling pictures are forth coming to accompany a sasd little squashling tale. Speaking of I watched the Legend of Lucy Keyes last night, the movie based on the legend of the little girl who disappeared on Wachusett Mountain, and for an indie movie it wasn't that bad. Still if you want to watch horror movies based on local color definately watch the one based in the mental institute, (can't remember the name at the moment). That one scared the pants off me.
Happy Saturday!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/gallery/2007/oct/18/bunny.suicides?picture=331009540