The horror.

NaNoWriMo has begun. Have discovered "plot" was more "concept" and am now mildly panicking. Knowledge hates me, Trickster and Tech are playing videogames, and I think Chaos is trying to get into my pants. And no one is doing what they're supposed to do.

In other, related news: We found a house - Frankenhouse, to be exact. It looks bizarre outside, but really awesome from the inside. We are moving over the course of November. (Mental institutions are sounding pleasant.) But it is about a block from a library, so I approve.

I have been fairly consistently non-emo for a while now, which is ++. Am now catching up on comments and such I've been meaning to reply to. Am also talking like the Very Secret Diaries, so bed should be soon.

Edit: Everyone, drop in and mock! Please?