Crazy Crazy Crazy.

Things have been genuinely nuts as of late. NaNoWriMo has started and is almost a week over. I've managed to keep up with the 1700 words a day, but still find myself needing to write every night. I've got 9,755 words down. I need 10,500 by the end of tonight. I'm beginning to understand NaNoWriMo's motto of "No plot? No problem!"
Unfortunately I don't have a lot of confidence in what I'm writing, abandoning all sense of quality. So I'm basically taking a month-long shit into a Word document that if ever does get published via the Internet then I'll promptly set fire to and hopefully feel some sense of reward. I've really only been keeping up thanks to large quantities of caffeine. Sometimes other chemicals will enter the mix, but it's really caffeine that hasn't left my bloodstream since the beginning of November. 4:00 a.m. is my new bedtime. The Burnham Lounge has become my new night-time stomping grounds. It's getting rough, it's getting tough...it's fun.

Also, the show, Arms and the Man is up. Come and see it if you'd like, but you won't see me. I'm hiding up in a tiny room all by myself on the balcony playing with electrical equipment that control when large sounds happen. It's pretty cool. My only real important cues are in Act I, so Act II and III I can watch the show, or do yoga or pilates or something. I'm just kidding. I don't know any yoga or pilates. I need to play more ukulele, come to think of it. The Mountain Goats make me want to do that.

Some very odd things that have happened recently:

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  After a tech rehearsal last week I came into my building to find my brother and two of our better friends ever, Chris and Ben. They gave me a suprise visit which was all good and nice and we hung out and they met some cool college people and then we went to the mall to do nothing in particular, felt like losers, came back to campus and smoked some cigars and they left. Pleasant. I go inside and the fellows at the front desk are playing an original Ninentendo Entertainment System on a TV they set up on the counter. It was Super Mario 3, nonetheless. David C. Clark was there and we all started talking about the first time video games entered our lives. I mentioned "I remember the very first time I got a Super Nintendo, and Super Maro Land." and then one of the guys at the desk, who I only really see there, and have never really met, looks to me and says "So do I, because I had an epileptic seizure at your house."
  Wait.
  Stop.
  What?
  The other guys laugh, but I have a minor episode. Wait, I say, hold on. Only one person has ever had an epileptic seizure at my house, and that was when I was seven and living in Newmarket, New Hampshire, and our friends Jaime and Joseph were over because my mother babysat them and their mother would babysit us, and we were playing video games and Jaime had a seizure and scared us all pretty badly... and I WAS FUCKING SEVEN. THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO.
  I just stared at him in disbelief and fell to my knees and bit my hat. "You're Jaime" I said. "Yeah, I am." he replied.
  Holy shit.
  One of my ancient childhood friends from the Lost Vaults of Time when I lived in New Hampshire....is an R.A. on the 4th floor. A little mindfuck right there.
  
  

  So I got randomly IMed the other day. This happens to us all on occasion. A strange screenname masking the anonymous person who randomly wants to chat, how and why they have your screenname a mystery. On this occasion it was some girl using her ex-boyfriend's screenname who thought my screenname was funny. I was riding the caffeine wave and feeling good about things so I did not mind talking to her. We did some sleuthing and discovered why her ex-boyfriend had my screenname. About three or so years ago, I randomly met a girl through livejournal at a Saves the Day concert. We talked online for a while, figured out that she knew my cousin Mitchell pretty well, the stopped talking. It was awfully random and so was this.
  The random girl then told me she was going to go soon, but I could call her if I wanted to since she was going to be bored for a while. I wasn't quite about to go that far into getting to know a random somebody, so I told her I didn't have long distance and asked where she was . She said "Sabattus," where my cousin Mitchell and Kristen live. I said I had cousins out there and she asked who. So I said "Mitchell Waterman," and she just said "Oh my God." Her name was Molly. That's when I put it all together. She was Molly Waterman, Mitchell's cousin, my cousin through marriage. We knew each other when we were younger, at holiday reunions and stuff. My brother and I would go to visit our Aunt Cathy and Uncle Pete, and they would have Molly over too. It was so freakish and bizarre. So she called me on her cell phone and we freaked out together about how small the whole fucking world is getting these days.

I told you. Craziness.
I'm also not shaving for the month of November, so I fear I'm starting to look crazy too.

Ahh! Back to novel-writing!