i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

NaNoWriMo Nonsense. Jenna and I had gone to Kennedy loft one day after dinner because there was a write-in going on that night.

As you can see, it uh. It was crazy in there. (Nobody was there.)

So we went and looked for another place to write. We went everywhere, it was crazy.

We managed to get into the basement of Siebert Hall, and I had to find a toilet, and almost got lost in the south dorm tunnel system and it was kind of terrifyng, but I found this board, and freaked out, and Jenna and I took pictures with it, because everything is NaNo and nothing hurts. (That was a lie. Only just now breaking 10k. Yay. /kill me)