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Hey mates. Thanks for tuning in. I realize this is blatant solicitation, but sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do. Thank you for coming this far.

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Thank you soooooo much.

Cheers.

I bitch about my life a lot. Like any teenage relationship the thing I have with my parents is strained at times. Less so with my mother but enough that I’m a pain in the ass more than once a day. Sometimes it’s necessary. Other times I need to fill a quota.

Really, though, my mom works hard and she hit a bit of an unexpected turn in her life. No one really deserves what they get, it just happens. Unfortunately, my mum’s “perfect” world inverted when I was 12 and she got divorced.

She tried valiantly to protect us. I know she did. She still does. And even if she has the opposite effect, she doesn’t deserve the shit that constantly pops up (and that we – mostly my sister – give her).

I want to do something big, something meaningful but something that she really wants.

She really wants tickets to Star 94.1 Jeff and Jer’s Thank You Purse Party. She talks about it all the time. I’ve called in now and then but the phone lines jam while all of San Diego over the telephone wires.

So maybe next year. This time I’ll be on top of things and call every day if I have to. I’m going to get her those bloody tickets.

So my progress into the NanoWriMo can barely be considered in the realm of the word “progress”. 200s is barely even a paragraph. And, technically, the paragraph isn’t even about the children’s book. It’s actually three paragraphs. Each one is a different intro to a different idea.

I get bored of ideas quickly, which is why I have so many problems finishing anything in my bloody life. My attention span is worse than that of a small child, or someone with ADHD. (In fact sometimes I think I have ADHD.) I know, however, that my supposed attention defecit disorder has nothing to do with medicine. It’s all in my head. Actually, I think I’ve conditioned myself to be so easily distracted. Or rather – society has conditioned me.

I hate commercials. I drive my mates and my family to serious migranes every time I have possession of the controller. (Which is why they hide it from me all the time).

I haven’t read LOTR rings yet because Tolkein is in love with long laborious descriptive passages, which I can’t stand. I need action, movement, plot advancement, and i need it now.

Anyway, at least I got something down. 200 is better than nothing, I suppose.

More updates – if any more “progress” developes – later.