It sucks to be the only morning person in a house full of PM persons.
Yesterday, dude_the had a great desire for Pear Woodchuck Cider so we went a-questing. Discovered that there are no fewer than four wine/liquor specialty stores within easy driving distance. Unfortunately, only one of them had pear woodchucks, and only a single six-pack at that. dude_the glomped upon the solitary treasure and we proclaimed the quest mostly victorious. Also glomped upon: much regular woodchuck, pumpkin ale, and "Dead Guy Ale." I think we're set for Halloween.
After dinner, Matthew ran part I of his traditional Halloween game. Within the first half hour, apparently we'd already veered far, far from what he'd expected us to do. Tonight: will we save the day or die ignominous deaths? Blood, mayhem, and madness, oh my.
dude_the and I squaring off.
Nick caught in the crossfire.
Nick recoving from the trauma.
Think I'm going to try doing Club 100 For Writers that alleypat recommended. My previous goal of 1K/day has pretty much fallen by the wayside, and I've been using that as salve/rationale for slacking off on my writing. I think a nice, manageable goal like 100 words/day might be what I need to get me back on track.