I wrote this?

My very first attempt at NaNoWriMo stalled because I didn't really have a clear picture of where the hell I was taking it. It was called "Sam and Charlie Go On a Roadtrip" and was the adventures of two college-age girls (Samantha and Charlotte, aka Sam and Charlie, who bore a rather eerie resemblance to myself and azewewish) who go on a roadtrip to Florida. I got them as far as Florida and got stuck.

The novel was written as alternating diary entries, and in the middle of Charlie's diary, I came across this:

The Church Of Cool

Graven images are okay, but no guys with beards depicted. Ever. Not even John Lennon in his hippie phase. Guys with beards are bad news, by and large. Hip, beatnik goatees are okay, though.
Tomorrow Never Knows should be an official hymn. All hymns will be rock and roll. No ponderous organ music or drippy folk songs.
Sacraments will be coffee, liquor, pot and acid. (Sam suggested chocolate, but I think that lands more in the realm of the Church of Decadence. Ditto any drugs harder than the ones above.)
Church dress will be casual and services optional. Or at least late enough in the day to give people time to recover from their hangovers.
No hassling people about their afterlives. No hassling people in the name of religion, period.
Comic book tracts should be fun and creative and be drawn by actual artists instead of by a monkey on crack.

Seriously, where the hell did that come from?

Today I took pleasure in the last two chocolate chip cookies.

Today I learned where my wristwatch had gotten to.