Sunday Seven
The house is ready for Halloween party tomorrow night. I have no idea why we have invited friends to our house again.
As the years go by, I notice more and more that it's always the usual suspects that make things happen either at school, or among a circle of friends.
I uploaded the entire back-log of my blog to GitHub last night. Every post since 2003 is now there as markdown files. I don't know why I did it – it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I made a new friend on the internet this past week. I very rarely make new friends on the internet.
I'm working in a hotel next week with work, and a co-worker will be staying at the same hotel. That invariably means eating out together, and making conversation. I'm kind of dreading it.
I'm not looking forward to this week at work at all, for reasons I can't share. I'll get over myself, and work through it – I always do.
I still have no idea what I'm going to write about for NaNoWriMo, and it starts tomorrow night. Fuck.