I made chili last night. And by "made" I mean actually putting everything together, not opening a can of chili and letting it heat for a few minutes. It was quite yummy, too. I was proud of myself.
Also, I wrote today. Le gasp. I'm up to 2012 words in my nano_year
project, meaning I'm right on track to hit 20k by the end of the month. I'd like to hit 25k so I can make a 50k goal for January/February.
My birthday's on Sunday. This means I get to transform from an angsty teen to an angsty twenty-something, which just doesn't sound as cool.
I can't wait for classes to start, even though I can't decide which classes to take. My inner relatives really are sadists, but they're fun sadists.
I think it's time to dig out some Dr. Nbooks and some embodiment
prompts for inspiration. (Yes, I did write in Dr. Nbook today. Only 362 days to go!)