NaNoWriMo! And a Damn Stye

Well that was a bloody rush. So with A Chorus Line and Sweeney Todd cued up on the old iTunes, I sat down to write some stuff. I knew only the names and basic traits of my characters, and proceeded to pull words out of nowhere. And two of them, my characters, are finding their ways. The drama has just begun. I wonder what the future holds for the inhabitants of the Slope.

All this while peering out from under my swollen right eyelid. I have a stye. They suck. And apparently they have something to do with staph something or other, so of course I freaked out and thought it would kill me, what with the staph stuff spreading throughout our fair land.

I have since calmed down, and instead sublimated by purchasing some drops that a friend told me worked stye wonders. Ten dollars. Now I'm willing to admit that I can be cheap sometimes. A childhood with food stamps and an early adulthood with no fiscal sense will do that. But for $10, this stye better last at least another week and I better get another one before spring hits.

It's past my bedtime. I need to turn this machine off lest I return to my November madness.