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Turns out the main bad guys in my NaNo story are Greek. Those of you who know me probably aren't all that surprised. I have nothing against Greeks, really, but most of the time, if someone has annoyed me recently, it was probably a Greek, on the grounds that I work in a lab full of them, and they're occasionally quite annoying. They're an ancient cabal of dark magicians (the bad guys, not the guys in the lab, at least, not to the best of my knowledge) who have lucked into more power than they could possibly have hoped for and are now busily abusing it. Mwaha. haha. ha.
The weekend, well, the weekend hasn't really been so restful. Calmer than the week, but that's not really saying a lot. I washed all my trousers at once, since they'd somehow all got to the point of needing it at the same time, did the fencing club's insurance inventory (or rather, realised that I had the scribbled copy in my pocket and that the deadline was today, panicked, found all the relevant prices, did the math and submitted the document a mere hour or so late), and went to a NaNoWriMo write-in. I say write-in. A couple of weeks ago, I went to a write-in at the Sanctuary, but only me and the Municipal Liason (an old friend of mine) turned up. Last week, we are fairly reliably informed that a reasonable group of folk showed up, but neither of us attended for various reasons. Today, we went, and it was just us. Not that I'm complaining about the opportunity to sit at a small, candlelit table with a coffee and discuss nothing in particular that happens to be happening in our stories, it's just not what it said on the tin, as it were. Although the mulled wine was good. Even if I must next time remember to get the version with the Amaretto shot: the ML's cup smelled awesome.
Rather irritatingly, though, the fact that I was washing my trousers meant over the weekend I had to wear my tired old tracksuit trousers, which I normally only wear for exercise. They're a bit baggier than I'm used to, and I caught the pocket on a drawer-handle as I was leaving the kitchen, and ripped it (the pocket) right out. So I'll have to fix that before tai chi on Tuesday. Woe.