It's dark out already

OK, maybe not yet. It's only 9:45am. But by 5pm, I'll be walking around in the dark. I hate the end of daylight savings time.
And why am I blogging at 9:45am? Because, of course, I forgot to change my clock last night. So I'm up, worrying about Nanowrimo. Each year that I've written, I've gotten antsy like this right about now. Who are my characters? What are they doing? I have no idea. This year, all I have is a setting. Great.
Speaking of, one of my friends keeps pronouncing it Na-NOW-ree-MOW. She makes it sound like a Hawaiian island. It's hilarious.
Things I'm thinking about right now:

- I'm going to the Nanowrimo kickoff party this afternoon. I hope the weirdos stay away.

- I'm traveling to Europe in January. What's that flight going to be like? I've never been overseas before. And when I say that to people, it's like I'm telling them that I have a third eye. Never been to Europe. I'm not the last one.

- Halloween. We have to win this year's contest with this idea. Corpse bride and the corpse bridal party. We're having a mini wedding reception at work. Nothing will get done all day. Sweet. Here's a photo of my practice run with the makeup.

- I'm not a shopper, but lately I've been having serious shopping pangs. So does pre-Halloween Christmas advertising have an effect? Yes, I believe so.

- Shopping pangs lead to my obvious weakness for bags. Purses, totes, anything. Is there a 12-step group for this problem? Damn you, Vera Bradley! Maybe I'm thinking that if I buy an overnight duffle I'll become the kind of person that takes weekend trips to B&Bs in rustic New England. Or not.

Great Typos

It's an oxymoron, I know. I'm not perfect, but these have gone out, either to PR lists or whatever. Hire a proofreader! I’ve actually seen these in the last few months:

In a headline: The Roomers Are True…

In an online signup form: Please separate e-mail addresses with a coma.

In an internal e-mail: We apologize for any incontinence this may cause.

Honestly. It's like these people are trying to give me a heart attack.