Word count:  fuck it

Okay, I learned something tonight.  I can’t write when I’m drinking, and I’m very easily distracted by tweets that indicate the world may be coming to an end.

Seriously, check this video by YouTubers Julien Solomita and Jenna Marbles out:

It was a naval test off the coast, according to the news, but people are convinced it’s aliens.  My question is this:

WHAT ARE THEY TESTING FOR??????

Maybe we should ask this guy.

Image:  fanpop.com

No really, this was an experiment.  I’m reading over old scenes and I really thought a little Zinfandel would loosen up my brain, but all it’s doing is making me pissed off that I’m drinking alone and I can’t drive anywhere now.

Things tonight is teaching me:

1. I’m not cut out for the alcoholic writer life, you guys. I’m going to have to play it sober.

2. Facebook is really boring compared to Twitter.

3. I’m amazed at how articulate I am when I’m tremendously buzzed.

4. I can type fairly well when I’m tremendously buzzed.

5. I actually think you are interested in what I’m thinking when I’m tremendously buzzed.

6. If I were in London right now, I’d probably either get arrested or fall into the Thames.

Looks cold.

Photo:  Elizabeth West

     7.  I LOVE YOU GUYYYYSSSS

Okay, clearly it’s time for me to sign off.  Back tomorrow.  If I live.

(Is this the weirdest NaNoWriMo I’ve done, or what?)