Noveling, Running, and Some Oreos

I went on a run this morning. It was pretty fun. I didn't start to feel the side-affects of running for the first time in a month until after my run, when my legs started feeling like jelly. This is my karma getting back at me for eating junk food. I knew it would get back someday.

But there's more. Yes, much, much more.

After my run, I had this.

Yep.

Knock off Oreos and raw goat milk.

I'm not sure about the goat milk, but I know that Oreos, even if they are knock off, are not very healthy.

I've also decided that the manuscript I spent months over-- and just finished-- is pretty lame. I don't know how that could have happened. I mean, me? Write something lame? It doesn't really make sense to me either.

No one would want to buy it.

Well, I'm sure there's someone out there who'd want to buy it.

Someone way out there, like in Germany.

Or in Pawhuska, Oklahoma.

I'm sorry, for being negative. I'm still kind of sad that Anthony Ryan went home last Thursday on Project Runway. He wasn't even my favorite person there (that spot is saved for Anya, if anyone watches Project Runway and cares).

NaNoWriMo is next month. Is anyone signing up and doing it? You should. I love NaNoWriMo. It's the coolest thing since sliced white bread.