NaNo Day 17 (36,784) ...

Feeling marginally better today. I was actually able to keep food down, although my stomach is still not all that thrilled with "being me". Urgle-snark.

I had nightmares last night about stacks and stacks of Girl Scout cookies falling on me, until I was buried in an avalanche of sinfully-addicting baked goods. I do not think I am going to enjoy being the cookie mom, although I feel I should try and adopt a more positive attitude. As I go through this experience with my own daughter, though, I realize, more and more, why Girl Scouts was probably never the thing for me. I wanted to do it as a kid, and my parents would not let me (because they did not want to sell the cookies -- how ironic -.-"). But I figure, even if they had, I probably would have lasted maybe one year before I got the whole thing out of my system. Ah well. Live and learn, I suppose.

I did actually know someone once who got buried beneath a falling toy display in a store. True story. o_o

Last night, I made chicken curry with apples. Served it over jasmine rice. It was yummy, and my inner Domestic Goddess was quite pleased with herself. Sometimes, she can be so smug. Really.

I think Fae broke her tail. Poor little pin-head. She has not been very waggy for the past couple of days. >.O

Aaaaand, the latest progress meter thingy: