first off, i'd like to continue my "i need clean" story from before? see, the thing is, our cats have trekked in those lovely hosehold nuisances, fleas, and i've been freaking out about them. i hate them. plus, one of them bit me the other day, and it freaking hurt! not like, weep cry mommy help it hurts sort of thing, but i was like, i can hardly see this creature, why does it hurt at all? so i've been on a clean freak since then. i did indeed wash my hair in the sink. then i set down to do some more writing. i kept hearing some wierd, deep sort of growling noise from the kitchen, but i've had these damn allergies blocking up my ears for so long, i thought maybe i was just hearing things. until Baby, that's one of the cats, by the by, came into the dining room where i was writing, with a twitching little present in her mouth. "SHIT!" i said. "MOUSE!" i thought.
well, to make a long --and i do mean LONG AND PROTRACTED-- story short, i had to call my mom down for assistance, and it took us a half hour or so to trap the thing behind our china cabinet, at which point we set a trap back there with it, put up some planks of wood so it couldn't get out, said f this, and went to bed. the following day, we laughed every time we went in the kitchen, because we could hear it running around. ... no, we're not that cruel, it wasn't hahah laughter, it was eeeehehehshit laughter. ... except maybe me, but i'm a bitch and we all know it, so move on. (^_^)v
that night, the cats' interest in the cabinet renewed, and so i verified that the planks of wood were still in place, and then i went to bed. a couple hours of children of mana later, i decided it really was time to go to SLEEP and so i came upstairs to go to the bathroom, but when i came out of the restroom, Ginger, that's one of our other cats, the one that understands english, i SWEAR, she was staring down the hall at me with a "we're not doing anything, i promise" look, so of course, stupid me, i had to go investigate.
... yup, that's right, the "SHIT!" (MOUSE!) had escaped, and our lovely trio of furballs were playing with their midnight snack. so i shooed them away, grabbed a broom, and shoved that nasty thing straight out onto the porch! go me!
... sigh. that was a saga. i'd include something like it in my NaNo novel, except... I'M DONE! HELL YEAH! 50,093 feels like heaven! i was thinking today, i'm kinda sick of this damn novel. i LIKE this story, and i feel bad mauling it in the name of showing off. especially since i'm not showing off to anyone but myself. but then i remembered that i still had a coronation ceremony to do, and that if all else failed, i could always launch into the campaign to conquor Tolbie that directly follows the events of my second NaNo story, and i hopped on it. and now, here i am, having finished NaNo 2006 an entire eight days early! YAYS!
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i've been NaNo-ing too much. i just tried to get a word count for my journal.