Friday, November 1, 2002. Entry #191

I woke feeling queasy.

I have a headache and I think I'm developing a cough.

My back is having spasms. My carpal tunnel is acting up.

And my IBS is revving into high gear.

What does all this mean?

It must mean it's November. Time to start my novel.

Welcome to NaNoWriMo.

Sigh.

Watch the left column for word counts, and where I should be at that point.

On Survivor: Whoa! Mark Burnett, you're a clever guy. I didn't see that coming at all. Neither did Shii Ann, which is why she's gone now. Sigh. We liked her.

Next Week: My picks are Jan or Penny. Yep. Gotta be one of the two.

One Year Minus A Day Ago Today: My day as a Dalmatian, where I experience my first Halloween at the Sporting Goods Company.

Two Years Ago Today: Lisa's dinner with God, where we tossed around theories of God while dressed in costumes at dinner.

Aaaand in 1942: Larry Flynt was born. Jenny McCarthy was born exactly 30 years later. Hmmm...

Mom Rating: 2.5 out of 5. Mom still thinks I'm crazy.

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