I'm in such a poetry mood lately. And yet, I can't help but feel I'm writing such horrible garbage. Which is maybe okay and possibly even a sort of preparation for NaNo. Yes, I can convince myself of that. NaNo. I know, realistically, I don't actually have the time. Last year was like.. a picnic compared to this one. A walk in the park. A slice of cake. A pinwheel blown by a.. well, you get the point. And enough with the metaphors already, right?

As it stands, I already know for certain I won't be writing anything at all on Mondays, barring the odd sentence scribbled on the side of my geometry notebook. And Wednesdays.. nope. Fridays? Perhaps. Not to mention those glorious things called mid-terms I might actually have to study for. But it's all in the spirit of NaNo, right? A mad rush for words, falling far behind and miraculously catching up again after an all-nighter..

There's so much I want to do. Here's to the weeks before NaNo. ^_^