I've been in a car for 9 hours, unpacked everything I own, eaten frozen pizza, and corralled my "spaceship Liza" into her "hibernation chamber" for the night.
And all I can think is, "I can type! I can type! I can type with more than my pinkie finger!"
Also, "God damn, is November the longest month of the year, or is it just because I have to blog every single day of it that it seems so long?"
Not to mention, "When am I going to get that blogging purple heart for doing NaBloPoMo from dial-up Hell and while driving down a highway and on a tiny little screen that's 2" across?"
And finally, "yawn"