...'Cause you know that I can.

Running late, so this is gonna be short.

NaNo Result: A catastrophic FAIL! that echoed throughout the FAIL!hills and FAIL!valleys and made all the FAIL!villagers tremble with FAIL! I grossly underestimated just how irritating writing a large body of text on a PDA (which had been the linchpin of my plan) would become after a week or so, and ended up having to drop it. That left me only able to work at home, and with my work schedule being what it was and the fact that I'm a f'in lazy sod even under the best of circumstances I was pretty much screwed. But the biggest problem, I think, was that the novel's rai·son d'être was to unblock my writing for the game...which, ironically, I succeeded in overcoming by the time I had the plot for the novel planned out. ^^;; That kinda took the wind out of my sails, and left me asking myself, "Self, why are you using this horrid PDA to peck out this novel that will, at best, have a readership countable on one hand, when I could be setting up an RPG that'll at least have enough players to count on TWO hands? And when will your cheap ass pony up for a laptop?"

But don't worry, I paid my karmic debt for quitting soon enough. Had jury duty for the first two Mondays and Wednesdays of this month (so only four days total; December is a short month thanks to the holiday) called up for voir dire twice, and actually served once. Joy. Won't go into too much detail about the case--can never tell who'll read this--save that it was 1) minor and 2) a utter waste of time. Entire trial took six hours...nearly four of which were spent in recess. Immediately after opening arguments, the six of us (again, minor offense, hence only a six-person jury) were sent up to the jury room for a "brief pause" (!), having no idea what was going on. This was especially irritating due to the fact that it was getting late (it was after 6 PM before the trial resumed), and the room had plenty of soft drinks, but nothing edible whatsoever. In fact, we were debating whether we should send someone back down to the courtroom to make sure we hadn't been forgotten when they finally called us back in. The other one that I wasn't selected for was no picnic either: it too them a good seven hours before they decided to cut me. Though considering that it was a second-degree murder trial that would've kept me out of work for the rest of the week (though not sequestered, thank every deity real or imagined), I probably shouldn't complain.

On the bright side, Christmas shopping's nearly complete. Just need to mail a few things off and I'm done hemorrhaging cash for the year.