Tales from Nano Noveling

[elaby]

caitirin: *is cold, but doesn't want to move the blanket from the end of the bed because there's a kitty sleeping on it* I'm cold. But I don't want to get up.
elaby: *tries to get a sweater out of the closet using the Force* *fails*
caitirin: *pulls arms inside shirt and uses hands to flail sleeves about* I can type my novel this way, right? *flails at keyboard*
elaby: ... Totally!
caitirin *whap whap* I typed a 9! I'll just do it this way. My novel will probably make more sense.