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We’re already three days and I’m only, what, 3135 words behind? Stellar! I’m actually not that far behind, but I’m too lazy to plug in my thumb drive, open the novel, check the word count, and update the site. I have added a plot excerpt to my NaNo profile which I will duplicate here because you have no idea how much I love putting things in quoted boxes. Is that weird?

Roger Plotnik opened his eyes to the unpleasant yet expected fact that he had a hangover.

“Auggh,” he groaned.

The hangover was a direct result of a party the previous night, as many hangovers are. An unfortunate point about this party was that Plotnik had been alone, making it less of a party and more of a solitary drinking binge. It was supposed to have been an amazing event, celebrating the successful takeover of the entire planet on which he now stood, or more accurately, laid in pain. The entire population of Plotnikant (former designation HD 61248 IV) had been invited to pay homage to their new supreme ruler. It didn’t help that the party was held on such short notice any more than it helped that Plotnikant had no inhabitants, which further fueled his drinking.

He got up from the bed and walked over to the window, realizing once he got there that this had merely been a nice idea and that he was still laying in bed. He glanced at a nearby clock which far-too-brightly informed him that it was eleventy-six in the morning. A moment passed during which he tried to comprehend this information, swore unintelligibly at the clock to make sense, then decided that he wouldn’t get up until the clock showed a proper time just to spite it.