Current mood:	creative
Current music:	The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
Entry tags:	writing

NaNoWriMo by the numbers
Days in to National Novel Writing Month: 2
Days spent writing in NaNo: 1
Number of plots thought up, shot down: at least 4
Number of words written so far: 946
Number of characters so far: 4
Days since Katamari Damacy was shipped from BestBuy.com: 1
Estimated days until Katamari Damacy arrives: 3
Estimated time (in hours) to be lost playing Katamari Damacy: at least 20
Hours slept today: 7
Hours until school starts: 4
Periods at school which can be used typing up NaNo novel: 2
Number of entries relating to NaNo so far: 3
Expected number: At least 25
Words I have to make up for missing yesterday: 2400
Number of sex scenes planned: 2
Size of MSWord font: 10
Size of Classical Music torrent downloaded to aid concentration: 158MB
Remaining C drive space: 6.61 GB
Size of Bill Nye torrent being downloaded at the same time: 13.8 GB (shit)

MSWord Autosummarized novel:

One more reason to hate the city. Frustrated car horns reverberated off endless walls to echo and collide with frustrated people making their way through frustrated lives. Two more blocks to work.
Rhys crossed the road on the green "WALK" light.
"It's a beautiful day," noted his co-worker Laura insincerely as she merged into the line of foot traffic beside Rhys.
Fragments of cloud clung to the sky as the wind tore away all their substance. As Laura and Rhys boarded the elevator, Laura asked, "How are you liking it here?"
Rhys looked up and around and concentrated. Laura nodded and smiled wisely. "Stifling?" Laura laughed. Rhys waved her off as Laura turned down her corridor and he down his. While the beastly machine loaded itself up and ran every scan it could to prevent Rhys starting or finishing his job, Rhys reclined and stared up at the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly but noticeably.
Rhys started when a massive form abruptly ended his fluorescent sunbath. Rhys couldn't imagine how Steve maintained this tan, but he envied wistfully the scraps of light showing out all over him.
Rhys answered with a clumsy nod. "Yeah, sorry. Steve grinned. "All right, man. Steve circled around the desk to find another napping worker to wake.
Rhys fumbled with some notes on torn post-its and napkins and two neatly typed memo sheets.

Pretty soon I'll get rolling. I've doubled my total wordcount in the past hour. This is fun.