Recovery from the march...

It's afternoon and I'm still recovering from the Gay Pride March last night, where I was a ring-in extra with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, wearing a nun's habit in the middle of Northbridge, the most happening night spot in our city.

I'll write more later, but at the moment I'd better write something for Nanowrimo. chaosmanor, I came up with the perfect name for my Sisters persona this morning. Way too late, of course, though Brother Fuzzy Rat-or-Twoey was certainly odd enough. How about...Brother Rattus Illegitimatus?!

I return now to my normal life of gardening, too much slogging at work, gaming and oh yes, writing a 50,000 word novel this month.

*zonk*

[EDIT]

I did 1400 words today. I'm not sure what they will turn into but they're there.