Tonight I feel the epitome of frozen-ness. Three pairs of socks, and my feet still resemble something akin to ice-cubes (on a slightly larger scale, and obviously foot-shaped). I have wrapped myself in a quilt, so only my nose, eyes and hands are poking out. I have one fingerless glove which I am alternating between my two hands, as it's too cold to move and find the other one. All your wonderful suggestions to go and drink tea are therefore rendered null and void, as making tea involves moving. Brrrrr.

NaNoWriMo is starting properly very soon (5 days), so for the next month or so, my entries will be sporadic and rambly, and may not make much sense to you. Not that they do now, really. They may be helpless pleas for help/ideas/coffee/sleep, or they may be happy exclamation marks. The former is far far more likely.