Month: November 2002

When I moved, I didn’t re-register to vote. So I won’t be voting today. You should, if you can.

I also won’t be participating in Nanowrimo this year. Not that I have before, but it’s an interesting idea, and I need an excuse to keep writing, an incentive to finish what I write. But November is a bad month for big projects. I’ll be away all this weekend in Baltimore, visiting my sister with my parents, and then there’s Thanksgiving. There’s also the squirrel-fishing event the Monty Python Society is planning, but that looks like it will be on a weekday, so I probably won’t be able to attend. Which is a shame, but even that doesn’t free enough time to seriously work on a novel. I’ll have to look for other excuses and write smaller things.

If you have the time to participate, though, you should. There are worse things in the world than bad novels.

I just flipped the page on my “Monty Python” wall calendar to find that November is apparently “Masturbators of History” Month. I think maybe I should consider taking the calendar down when my parents visit next Thursday.

I wonder: can I ask my rental agency to reimburse me for all the frozen food I’ll be throwing away because I was without electrical power for about nineteen hours? The milk and eggs were on their way out anyway (the former’s sell-by date, for instance, is tomorrow), but last week I did about twice as much grocery shopping as I normally do and, for the first time, actually filled my freezer. I don’t like the idea of paying to do that all over again (minus those dreadful frozen fried clams, of course), but I also don’t want to play “Guess Which Refrozen Package is Still Safe to Eat”. At ten o’clock last night, the freezer was cold, but not icy, and I’m not sure if anything had ice crystals in it still (which is how they say to check if it’s safe). I only know that the ice cream was melted earlier in the evening. If I write up a list and show my landlord the receipt, do you think I can get a discount on next month’s rent?