ack!  the filthy one has hit a wall.  a wall called "the weekend."  after an evening with borat, a fun post-wedding reception, and the usual slew of errands, my nanowrimo pace screeched to a slug-like slither.  i am averaging approximately 800 words now and at this pace, I am barely going to hit the half-way mark by the end of the month.  i have to make sure not to let the weekends kill my momentum.  the only obstacle i can forsee at this point is turkey day.  note to self: write early that day (and don't even presume you can try in the evening).

word count: 3197 (day 5 of 30)