Hang on.
There, 4,015, ARE YOU HAPPY??? You ungrateful jerks.
I'll probably write a bit more before I go to bed tonight, in hopes of building up a decent "word cushion". God knows by the time I hit 50,000, I'll be standing on the edge of a cliff screaming, "WHY THE HELL DID I EVER AGREE TO 100,000???" and cursing Jessica Pearson's name. In other words, I need the extra while there is extra to write.
HOW ARE ALL YOU OTHER CRAZY WRITING FOOLS DOING? GOOD? I HOPE? If you're not writing for NaNoWriMo, I don't even want to speak to you. No. Don't bother. It's pointless.
ETA: OH, and, I tried to post this last night when I read my dares, but the computer was doing something stupid, so I gave up. HERE ARE THE DARES I HAVE BEEN DARED BY YOU CRAZY DARERS:
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I LOVE YOU NIKKI. I am superpumped about this dare.
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2) Have a main character be violently allergic to music.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT, JESSO, THESE ARE NOT HARD DARES.
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#2: Have towns invaded by narcoleptic puppies.
Due to the lateness of receiving these dares, I have already botched the first one, as my main character is named Spilhonkey Brickface. But I'm sure I can handle the narcoleptic puppies. And probably naming SOME arbitrary character "Katie".