Well-wishes of all sorts

To all y'all: Happy Halloween!
To the Pagany lot of you: Happy Samhain!
To the rafaelas among you: Happy Birthday!

*snx-x-x* Okay, two and a half hours of sleep will not carry me through the day's festivities. If you'll pardon me, I'm going to go remind myself how my pillowcase feels against my face.

So. How blitheringly stupid am I?

So anyway, a moment ago I sat down to update my journal. The intended entry was one that I'd been meaning to write for a week or so, explaining why I've decided not to participate in NaNoWriMo this year, outlining my lack of time and motivation. I opened the "Update journal" page, entered the title, wrote two sentences or so...

...then hopped over to the official NaNoWriMo page, and registered.

Okay, see, now, this is why I should not be entrusted with breakables, important documents or heavy machinery. *holds head in hands*

In my defense, I am entering into this with no absolutely intention of actually achieving 50,000 words; I doubt I'll even get 20% of the way there. But considering all of the prospective writing projects I have gathered that I have never gotten to (including one, Caleb, that will be the basis for this train wreck in the making), even 10,000 words would be a major step forward for me.

*sigh* Now, if someone could talk me out of this...

Squee!

Pardon my orgasm, but:
They arrived this morning. All three of 'em.
*happy dance*

Cracking

Halloween: Over. Nothing particularly noteworthy to report on the secular side of the holiday; nothing at all on the religious side. I feel my day has been wasted.

NaNoWriMo: Not going to happen. Realizing that I have to start writing tomorrow, and not even remotely inclined to do so. Already know I won't be writing one word in those 30 days. Deeply regretting I ever signed up.

Yesterday's trigger episode: Still processing. Realizing that the more I process, the more questions it raises, and the more I realize just how big this can of worms I'm opening is.

Kids: Had a good time, but now are sleeping (Abbey) or overtired and cranky (Nik).

Me: Horrible. Not wanting to be alone. Exhausted, but not wanting to go to bed, in the hopes that I'll get into contact with someone I can chat with, which isn't going to happen because everyone's involved with holiday goings-on.

*sigh*