So I'm still recovering from NaNoWriMo which is taking way longer than I thought it would. Apparently I used up a year's worth of motivation in one month, so now all I want to do is sleep and watch Christmas movies. And get fat.
Technically, I don't want to get fat but I'm just accepting it's going to happen. It's the holidays. There are cookies. I'm eating them.
Also, you should know I'm losing feeling in my right big toe. It started last night at about 1 a.m. and has continued ALL DAY LONG. I'm actually too freaked out by what this could possibly mean to check the all-knowing WebMD, so if anyone has any idea of what is happening to me, please let me know. Unless it means I'm dying. In that case, don't tell me. Cuz I really like surprises. But if it means I'm dying in the next 24 hours, I think I want to know so I can shove as many cookies in my fat face as possible.
I made my first ever chicken pot pie today. It's so good you'll want to rub it all over your body. Or maybe just eat.
Or! You could do both!
Wow. I just blogged about what I made for dinner. This blog is going to some really lame places and I am not pleased. I blame my toe.
I could go on about how I could use my unfeeling toe as an excuse for all kinds of despicable acts, like not showering for six days and running over old ladies in the supermarket, but honestly, shoving toothpicks in my eyes sounds more appealing.
Before I go, I need your advice: which batch of cookies should I make next? The snowballs with mini chocolate chips or the chocolate cookies with peanut butter and/or white chocolate chips. Please be sure to answer; the cellulite on my ever-expanding ass depends on it.