faster pussycat... type! type!

I went to my mommy's house to take a shower and perform a toilet. I smell all pleasant and clean. Like soap... and green apples. [that's the shampoo]. Now I am preheating the oven to make myself some pizza, and my goal this evening is to do something about my disastrous NaNoWriMo word count. And not just because I got a super nice thank you car and sticker, for my donation, in the mail. Surely, if the only requirement is that they are actual words, I can write 50,000 of them by the end of November. I've even turned on that great utility that makes typwritery noises on my mac, as I write. For ambiance.