I'm still somewhat jetlagged and it's been a week since I came back. I spent most of today thinking about my new novel. The characters seem to have invaded my mind and will not leave me alone. I haven't written more than 3000 words on this novel and I haven't even plotted it yet, but the characters are set. At least the main two are. I'm hoping they will tell me the plot soon. Or I'm screwed.

My Christmas wish is a dog. A puppy. A Dalmatian. I know it means a lot of responsibility and giving up most of my freedom, but I want it. I think we'd love each other tremendously and it might help the maternal instincts I seem to be overflowing with lately.

Watching the world series? I have to since I am a New Yorker. I want the Mets to win. Mostly cause the Yankees have already won so many lately and cause the Yankees have so many fans already. We watched the game for so many hours last night and the Mets were winning when we turned out the lights. This morning, I was really sad to find out the Yankees won game one. Here's to wishing better for tonight's game. The thing about baseball is that it can go on forever. Literally. Last night's game was five hours. Ugh.

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