- Snailrind wonders what the hell has happened to the Stumbleupon layout? Where's my blog? Wft?.
- Snailrind asks um... how do I create a clique?.
- Snailrind likes the latest NaNoWriMo pep talk by Janet Fitch..
- Snailrind has just been approached for cybersex by a woman with a fetish for having her feet tickled..
- Snailrind is thinking about making the occasional x-rated plurk..
- Snailrind is smiling.
. - Snailrind has spent the whole day in bed..
- Snailrind has located an old version of the chapter she's been trying to write and pasted it into her NaNoWriMo book..
- Snailrind is writing about a tall white villa with marble balustrades..
- Snailrind dreamed that she was in a haunted house in Pembrokeshire with poets Peter Finch and Billy Collins..
- Snailrind has not done any writing for three days. Help! Help!.
- Snailrind likes to be kissed in the present participle..
- Snailrind has coated the bathroom in tea..
- Snailrind is sniffing the cat..
- Snailrind is trying to remember how many blogs she has and where they are..
- Snailrind is making a series of blunt and tactless plurks, and thinks maybe she should call it a night before she offends someone....
- Snailrind has been to the cinema to see the new Bond film, and now wonders which of the two beautiful women it is whom everyone's fallen in love with..
- Snailrind feels unenthused by NaNoWriMo today..
- Snailrind has just noticed a massive hole in her crotch..
- Snailrind says heh, a policecar just went by with its siren on, but the fog was muffling it. It sounded like something from Toytown..
