Word #38221: eh, close enough.

“This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who.”

The important thing is that I’ve got some new drugs that seem to be working (like, legit medications prescribed by my doctor, not tainted utopium), so I should be able to get, well, not back on track. But on a track. Good enough.

So, this NaNo didn’t work out as well as I hoped, but there’s always next year.