I've gone through my medicine cabinet and given all my unused hair and skin products away. I've gone through my closet and bureau and given my unwanted clothes and shoes away. We've gone through the bookshelves and are giving our books away. We've sold our television. We're selling the car.

I've gone through the closet and I am determined to use the fabric I've accumulated here. I had my tailor make me some pants from all the tiny scraps. I love how they came out!

I'm not sure how I feel about the turquoise-blue pockets, they don't seem to go with the rest of the pants, but they're practical so I'll leave them on for now.

They look great with my fussy.org t-shirt.

I swear, my NaNoWriMo novel will be the Boringest Story Ever Told, but it will be 50,000 words long, and that, my friends, is all that counts in this race.

PS No, dad, I can't tell you what it's about. Bad luck!