Goin' underground . . .

So I'm, um, a little under eight hundred words into my NaNo and my brain keeps getting eaten by the internets. Not a good start.

I met with my Dreamer's Ball partner (at this stage, it's still a partnership rather than a group, but we hope we'll find more people eventually) and decided my goal for this two week period would be to limit my internet time to three and a half hours (about fifteen minutes a day.) Ideally, the time freed up will be put toward writerly goals. So we'll see.

I've also taken a bunch of scrap paper from work and stapled into a booklet and I'm using it to keep track of my eating and spending habits. Yikes, but I've been eating a lot of crap. Perhaps I should work on, oh, maybe eating a proper breakfast instead of two mugs of tea each morning.

Today I took pleasure in chocolate chip cookies!

Today I learned adding steak to the quesadilla at Qdoba is not really a big improvement.