I'm 5 days in to another NaNoWriMo - another November trying to have a life (oh alright, not much of one) and shove out 50,000 words of novelly goodness at the same time.
It hurts already. I think I'm sick.
What's that? You want to help? Well you can, by taking a look at the teeny business Ginger and I have just launched!
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/OtherWonders
I definitely think that will aid me in my journey. ALSO I previously asked all of you directly for money, and now I'm giving you a product in return, which is a little thing I like to call, progress.
Today, I watched a smartly dresses business man step into the only puddle for MILES. And the water came up above his sock. And it gave me a spring in my step.
Probably the same tosser who loudly announced, 'Oh alright, whack another half mil on, to sweeten the deal,' as he passed me last night.
Luckily, the BBC have come up with a very discreet way of culling morons. Granted, a niche breed of morons - they type that need putting out of their misery - but morons all the same.
I think it's called Weather Watch - and the idea is that you send in notes on the weather, exactly where you are.
If you're interested, sign up here - http://www.bbc.co.uk/weatherwatchers
I'm going to hack into the database, and find where they live, and publish the addresses, and let the non-moronic public hunt them down. Think about it - the roads will be quieter. Lovely.
I'm not even shitting you, this is on the homepage -
How's the weather where you are?
Join the nation's favourite conversation.
God help us all.
Frequent, maybe. I'll give them that - the nation's most frequent conversation. But FAVOURITE? FAVOURITE?
Who are these people?
Nevertheless, I'm intrigued. I read on.
There's a picture of a twister in the background. I guess it's important to know about a twister.ONE POINT TO YOU WEATHER FUCKERS.
I'm so angry. I think it's because I'm tired. I'M SO TIRED.
Love you all.
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