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So that whole turning-over-a-new-leaf thing? Yeah, let's forget I ever even said that. Didn't go to class today. Didn't go to work, either, claiming to need the time to work on a homework/project thing for my weather class which I've now decided to just blow off because I don't feel like putting in the effort. So. Yeah. I did laundry, though, so I have clean socks and clean jeans now. And clean sheets on the bed. Mmm. And I took out my trash, and I did the vacuuming, so I can stop feeling like my housemates hate me, for the next twelve days, until it starts all over again.
On the bright side, I finally finished the neverending sex scene. Now it's just the cuddly bit, and then, y'know, the bit with the plot in it. Which is actually longer than the sex scene, but, y'know, with less sex and therefore hopefully easier to write. Stupid sex.
Also, for the record, I have the best best friend ever, and why do I want to move 900 miles away from her again? I mean, sure, I could probably do dramatic readings of my angst-ridden paper journal from our summer in England over the phone, but I couldn't wake her up when she fell asleep on my bed in the middle of it, and that would suck. Will suck, I guess, because it's going to be miserable but that's no reason not to go off to grad school all by myself. Um. Right?
Anyway. Numbers.
Classes attended today: 0
Hours at work: 0
Loads of laundry: 2
Words written: 476 (word count: 11,037)
Paper journal pages written: 2
Hours of sleep last night: 6ish
Cans of Mountain Dew consumed: 3
Opportunities to be social rejected: 2
On the bright side, I finally finished the neverending sex scene. Now it's just the cuddly bit, and then, y'know, the bit with the plot in it. Which is actually longer than the sex scene, but, y'know, with less sex and therefore hopefully easier to write. Stupid sex.
Also, for the record, I have the best best friend ever, and why do I want to move 900 miles away from her again? I mean, sure, I could probably do dramatic readings of my angst-ridden paper journal from our summer in England over the phone, but I couldn't wake her up when she fell asleep on my bed in the middle of it, and that would suck. Will suck, I guess, because it's going to be miserable but that's no reason not to go off to grad school all by myself. Um. Right?
Anyway. Numbers.
Classes attended today: 0
Hours at work: 0
Loads of laundry: 2
Words written: 476 (word count: 11,037)
Paper journal pages written: 2
Hours of sleep last night: 6ish
Cans of Mountain Dew consumed: 3
Opportunities to be social rejected: 2