NANOWRIMO!

Starts tomorrow!
I have characters, a loose plot, a setting, and even a first line! My alarm is set to wake me up at 5:30am. Now, all I have to do it wait.
And go to Walmart to stock up on Red Bull and M&Ms. But other than that... waiting.

Why is it...

That the majority of my posts happen when I'm home sick?
Seriously.
I didn't even want to stay home today. I was FORCED. Legit. I slept through my alarm, and my mother decided that I could miss a day of school.
I suppose it was for the best. I mean, I have a fever and I can't actually talk, because my throat is on fire. And yesterday, whenever someone asked me something, I just kinda of said something really stupid because I was so drugged. A sample conversation from French class:

Girl Who Sits Beside Me: Would you say that I'm unforgettable (note: we were finding ajectives that described ourselves. She's not just being vain)?
Me: I dunno. Why would you want to be unforgettable?
GWSBM: Um, it's a good thing, isn't it?
Me: Why would you want people to forget you?
GWSBM: ...
Me: ... Oh. right.

Gotta love medicine!

Can I just say...

Planning? Pwned. Although I did spend far too much time looking up psychopaths.

Tonight...

Tonight--or rather, early tomorrow morning, and by early, I mean one a.m.--I shall post again. And by that time, I will have some more of my NaNo plotted. I will!!
Actually, it's not so much plotting that I need... well, yeah, it is, but in addition to that, I need to do a lot of research. Mostly on New York, Vermont, and psychopaths, which makes my novel sound insane, but... well, yeah, it is insane. But I've kind of gotten distracted by the shiny new forums, so... tonight will be my work night.
My dad already thinks I'm crazy. Case in point: Last night I walk up to my older brother (who, incidentally, does not think I'm crazy, because, well, he's crazy too. So we see each other as sane, even though I doubt either of us are). And we have this conversation:

Me: What's the difference between a sociopath and a psychopath?
Brother: A psychopath can't feel emotion, and sociopath can't feel sympathy. I think.
Me: Alright, thanks.
*I walk over to my dad*
Me: Bad news. I just found out that my villain is a psychopath, not a sociopath!
Dad: O_o

But now I've gotten of topic.

NEW NANO SITE!!!!

Apologies for the all-caps, but no apologies for the excessive exclamation points!!!!
I'm not even going to say anything, but go check it out now. Seriously. Go. Or else.

I'll know.

www.nanowrimo.org