Here's an autmatic summary of my NaNo so far, courtesy of Word:
Grul frowned. "Grul."
Gil added. Grul snapped.
Hasu? Grul shrugged. Hasu. Grul shrugged.
Grul? Grul frowned. Grul followed Gil. Gil mumbled. Gil grimaced. Gil frowned.
I WANT TO MAKE CLOTHEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS
If I used all my fabrics I could totally get rid of the stupid standalone closet thing I've been keeping them in. It takes too much space.
But then where would I throw all the game boxes my brother used to own but didn't want to take along to his living-abroad-thing. I could throw them away I guess. :|