Brain gone, where door?

6 hours 30 minutes till nanowrimo. I'm still at work. I've just sent my last email to the doomed so now I can leave. Ah, I'm looking forward to week of combined digging and writing. Get stuck on a bit - go and dig some plants up. It's a crazy plan but it just might work. I'm even harbouring crazy thoughts that I can finish in a week. But I know in my heart that that idea's bad and wrong and will only disappoint me in the end.

Louise's plan for a scintillating evening: train travel, wine, pizza, Buffy, drunken writing, collapse.