Rebecca's "Alice in Wonderland" series is finally over!

I was off today, but instead of doing anything productive, I've just been really lazy. I didn't visit Grandma, rike my bike, clean the apartment, or give Sable a bath. All I did was sleep in until noon, make a YouTube video, and eat one big meal. Now I feel so lethargic and bloated. The weather channel said it would rain all day today, but it never did, though it was extremely windy and cloudy.

Last night I stayed up late making notes on the story I'm planning to write for NaNoWriMo. (Only two days left! Eek!) I wrote until my hand cramped -- and by the way, I'm putting all my notes in this awesome notebook I bought from work for only 85 cents -- but I'm not satisfied. I meant to do more work on it today, but of course I haven't done that, either. I think that most of my outline so far is good (or good enough for me, anyway), but I don't think that it will be nearly enough to meet NaNoWriMo's word requirement of 50,000 words. I'm also worried that the ideas will sound good in my head, but when I actually try to write them, they'll come out all wrong. But I guess I should stop worrying and just go with it -- after all, that's part of the whole purpose of NaNoWriMo. I'm always writing stories and never finishing them, but if I can stick with this, it will almost certainly be the longest single piece I've ever done.

I have a series of recurring dreams in which I have some pet rodent that I really don't want, and I neglect it horribly, never cleaning its cage or feeding it, until it starves to death. They're pretty disturbing dreams, because I wake up feeling so guilty. I had the dream again a few nights ago (it was a pet rat in this one) and was telling Sara about it. Me: "And you know what the really weird thing was? I don't know why, but I think the rat's name was Ryan White." Sara: "Rebecca! That's horrible!" Me: "Well, I don't know why that was its name. I didn't give it that name."