I need to take a picture of the kitchen floor covered with pots and pans and who knows what else.

NANOWRIMO.

National Novel Writing Month. NOVEMBER. This is going to be my first year. I'll be lucky if I reach 10,000 words. But that's all right. That'll be my goal. I need inspiration though. Lots and lots of it. Anyone willing to lend me some? I promise I'll put it to good use.

Today, after waking up agitated from remembering the night before, I hardly said 3 words to my mother.

In first period I turn to my classmate and ask, "What's the date today?"

August 31st

August 31st. OH SHIT! oh no. My mother's birthday. The one I forgot about. The one I failed to acknowledge, forgot to buy her flowers, make her a gift, a card.

And so I called her between 3rd and 4th period. Hastily wished her a Happy Birthday, apologized and hung up.

Disappointing, I know.