Happy Birthday to Ry!

First, a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Ryan, who turned 24 today! :D

Second, an apology for not updating for almost three days. Sick + work = too damned tired to be of any use to anybody.

The synopsis of the weekend: long, phlegmy, exhausting.

For Ryan's birthday, we:
[o] slept until noon
[o] opened packages (my NaNo prize arrived, he got a package of birthday awesomes from his mother and several cards)
[o] got drinks and pastries at my Starbucks
[o] exchanged not-very-comfy New Balance shoes for much-comfier New Balance
[o] shopped for Thanksgiving (Ryan has the day off, and was originally going to make something small for the two of us, since BJ and Sameh were going to BJ's parents' house for dinner. On a whim, he got a whole turkey instead of just a breast, and we learned, upon returning home, that it will be an apartment dinner after all! :D)
[o] watched Toy Story 2, Bender's Big Score, and Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. All three were really, really good.
[o] got pizza and mac n cheese wedges from Polito's. Everything was yummy.

Overall, a pretty good day. :)

On the NaNoWriMo front: ...I'm...not sure I'm going to make it. At the moment I have 29,412 words. If I had followed the daily goal, I'd be at 36,374. Over 7K words behind, with only one day off between me and December 1st (and that day is Black Friday, and HELL if I'm venturing out to write elsewhere on THAT day). Almost all of my working days are all just a little too early to go in before hand and get an hour or two in (11 every day except Saturday, which is 8).

In just over one week, I have to crank out 20,000 words. I'm not feeling optimistic. I'm not upset about it, and I'm not giving up, but...there it is. Oy.

I don't feel nearly as snotty or miserable as I did this past weekend, but my throat is scratchy, I sound like a frog, and I'm still drippy. So...we'll see?

Wish me luck!...in everything!