So, as many of you know, I have recently entered the "unemployed" stage of my career. I completed my Ombuds term at the Students' Union, and rather than find a job, I thought, "Hey! Why not try writing a novel instead?" I mean, ostensibly, writing could be considered a job, so maybe I'm not even technically unemployed. "Plenty of time," I thought mirthfully. "Plenty of time to write a novel! Why, I might even write TWO! Mwahahaha...."

Now here's the rub...I have the attention span of a two year-old ADHD chihuahua that's been drinking Red Bull and vodka (which someone slipped a pill of ecstasy into while he was using the bathroom). I am getting distracted by damn near everything. Wanna play a game of Caylus? Sure, I've got time. What's this? A comic book? Let me read it! Ooh...a new DS game! Shiny! Hell, even in the time spent composing this short blog post, I've looked up two articles on the NBA playoffs and started a game of Settlers online.

My word count is nothing short of a train wreck. If I'm not at 5,000 by the end of today, I'm hanging myself with my head phone wires.