Final wordcount when I validated? Fifty thousand and seven words. It's done. Stories are complete. Not good, by any means, but resolved. Now I really want to go back and edit. Tear the thing up and put it back together to make it into something actually readable. But right now I really just want a shower and a nap and to catch up on crap like the fact that Britney Spears should wear panties and Meg Cabot had a book come out this week and the reason that Unaccompanied Minors movie looks good is that it's directed by the Freaks and Geeks guy. Not Apatow, the other one, Paul Feig. I need to read his books too. I also have a Marian Keyes book out from the library that's on the floor somewhere. And I should mop the kitchen. And get off the couch. And break this ctrl-S ctrl-period habit.
Excuse me. I'll return when my brain gets tired of the test pattern. But right now, w00T!
ETA: WHY did no one inform me of Billy Idol's New Christmas Album? Go to the link and watch the Jingle Bell Rock video. So. Wrong.