That kicks ass, even by Nanowrimo standards.
I am going to finish this draft tomorrow. Being this close to finished, and yet not quite finished, always turns me into The Scary Crazy Lady. You know, the one who's mumbling to herself in the produce aisle. That's me, trying to get the dialogue right for my little paper nonexistent people.
The closer I am to finished, the more the spongy parts of the draft seem to suck. There's nothing for it but to speed past done, send copies to the beta readers who have demanded them, and get to work on something else before I'm overcome with remorse over my imperfections.
But, hey, three thousand words in a day.