Postus scriptus.
Well, this is the end of the novel, but not quite the end of the month. I did the damn thing, and i feel pretty damn good about that, even if it is just another pile of crap that i have churned out. If nothing else i am more sympathetic to people who have to write all the time, but i think it would be interesting to do a similar thing with trying to do some other fucking thing. like editing 10 thousand photos in a month. but i guess that is harder than typing. Oh well, i really dont have much to say in the end, i am just padding this out so that i wont have to deal with the word counter more than once.
But, fuck you all, i did it.