Leaf Blowers and Time

Whoever thought leaf blowers were a good idea ought to have a small outboard motor attached to their head as they're trying to sleep, which is what it feels like now as I listen to some jackarse blithely farting out smoke and fumes. Bye-bye naptime. Great; now everyone's going to have to pay for this for the rest of the day. It's called a RAKE! R-A-K-E! ------------------------- On a totally different note, I finally figured out some plot thangs with my NaNoWriMoproject, which I'm pretty excited about. We'll see how excited I get as the month draws to a close, and I have to figure out how to end the thing on time and with enough words, AND feed a bunch of relatives to celebrate the white man pilfering and pilaging his way across this great land of ours.