One day I'll be celebrating Halloween in a temperate locale, where one's costume choice isn't entirely dictated by the thinness of one's blood. Just you wait and see. Although I've managed alright in the past. Boris was a clever choice, 'cause you get to wear a fedora and a trench coat.
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| Best Chilly-weather Costume Ever |
What else means Fall? Oh, that's right: (inter)National Novel Writing Month!
Who's in? You may not say it much, but I know how much you miss the fevered, adrenaline-soaked madness of exam week. Those late nights at the library, the bitter anguish of an evening's work lost - just because your computer weakly refuses to condone your impiously motivated mortification of the flesh? Impious my ass! What better way to justify your existence than to make it miserable? The Pope knows what I'm talking about.
Well, it's Bayram, so Husbee will be home and we're looking forward to a quiet week of finishing writing samples, small flurries of translation, stocking up on coffee, and trying to get ahead of other commitments - 'cause November is going to Rock.
If you're not quite up for reliving a month's worth of that last week of thesis writing, but still want to feel involved and glowey - sponsor me! The money raised goes towards the school programs NaNoWriMo organizes, and of course adds fuel to the fire of shame that'll make sure I finish what I start.
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| Shame-fire is invisible! But effective! |
Oh man. And here all I wanted to do was gloat about having sent in my absentee ballot...
Rock on, civic pride. In case you're not sure which way to vote, you can read my review of 'Why America Needs a Left' here.
Let's hear it for Fall!
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