Under the influence

My defence is that I'm on painkillers for evil migraine. My first act of stupidity was to sign on to Nanowrimo 8 days late. My second is to still be awake, with a word count of 2 (my lead character's name) at 4.09 in the morning. My third is to have already put myself up for a Brighton Nanowrimo meeting, despite the above.
I don't mean to do these things, they just happen. And I blame you lot-you know who your are-for getting me sucked into the whole ridiculous scheme.