Saving the World is Cold and Other Life Lessons from November

I now wear flannel footy pajamas to bed at night (they do make them for big people). This is in addition to the flannel sheets on my bed, the fleece blanket, the wool blanket, the fluffy comforter and the flannel-backed quilt. When my parents came into my apartment last weekend they commented on how cold it was, to which I went over, checked the thermostat and responded, "It's not even below 60." I don't enjoy being cold, but as with air conditioning and light usage, I feel that I'm doing my part to not kill the world. I wonder how different I would be if my parents had warned me that saving the world would be such a cold endeavor.

Other amusing tidbits from the first 2 weeks of November:

It turns out I can write about 2500 words an hour. I wish I had discovered this when I was avoiding writing my AHS capstone last spring.

When writing fiction, characters quickly become based off of friends and relatives, often a conglomeration of quirks and traits from multiple people. I'm sorry if I butcher your personalities.

Dialogue is terrifying. For some reason, I am afraid of writing dialogue, thus I am more than 25,000 words into a book and have yet to write any. No one is ever reading this novel.
No one.

That is all.