Nanowrimo; which I was writing something... was, but then I sort of, kind of didn't go back to it after the first 1,667 words. Today is the end of Nanowrimo. I have failed that challenge this year. Oops.
Facebook; I did it! I have avoided the social media site for thirty days. Tomorrow at 12.01 am I will be catching up on my shirtless firemen, shirtless actors, shirtless models and the random pantless man. Oh, and socialising with friends, of course. The very reason why the site exists *cough*.
But this means Christmas is almost here. Thrilling. Screaming kids in the shopping centre all wanting to sit on a strangers lap, the carols played until I want to become a mass murderess, and of course the happy and look on the bright side Christmas movies and television shows/episodes will be taking the place of my usual space out watching shows. At least that last one I can combat by watching DVDs. Technology outwits society again. As for the rest, I am becoming a hermit and will not be going out unless I have to.
But before that, the mobile blood bank will be here in a little over a week. Panic begins.