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You have been in Japan for too long when you type "thenceforce" and have to spend ten seconds figuring out what's wrong with the last two letters.
In other news, you are officially too sick to be walking about when you hike through the bitter cold to pick up essentials and somehow forget the toilet paper, which you are entirely out of, necessitating another trip back to the store. Also when you come to look at hacking up a mucus ball with a bloody center as part of your daily routine. I should probably see a doctor before it turns out I'm nursing something nasty, but I'm a little paranoid about getting screwed out of my flight back to the States. Okay, so that's actually an excuse to avoid the doctor's office. Still.
I wish the kerosene guy would get here so that I could stop worrying that the last drips I got out of the container will give out before a new source of heat arrives. It's too snowy for this nonsense.
In between writing up a month's worth of reading activities for my students, I've been picking at the NaNo some more. I'm trying to trim out blocks that don't make me burn inside to post as friends-locked excerpts, so those of you who are curious as to where all this research has been going can at least see some of what I've managed to churn out in a sleep-deprieved stupor. I'm also going to see if I can pinpoint the absolute worst of the drivel from the final push, just so that we can all cringe at the unapologetic meta. 'Cause when the POV itself becomes a character, something's gone horribly wrong. Same goes for when a character becomes aware of the narrative text, which happened just a few thousand words later. I REGRET NOTHING.
On a totally new and exciting note, I've been trying to catch you on AIM for quite a while now, lilycascade, and since you seem to be too wily for me, I shall wish you a Happy Belated Birthday here. :)
In other news, you are officially too sick to be walking about when you hike through the bitter cold to pick up essentials and somehow forget the toilet paper, which you are entirely out of, necessitating another trip back to the store. Also when you come to look at hacking up a mucus ball with a bloody center as part of your daily routine. I should probably see a doctor before it turns out I'm nursing something nasty, but I'm a little paranoid about getting screwed out of my flight back to the States. Okay, so that's actually an excuse to avoid the doctor's office. Still.
I wish the kerosene guy would get here so that I could stop worrying that the last drips I got out of the container will give out before a new source of heat arrives. It's too snowy for this nonsense.
In between writing up a month's worth of reading activities for my students, I've been picking at the NaNo some more. I'm trying to trim out blocks that don't make me burn inside to post as friends-locked excerpts, so those of you who are curious as to where all this research has been going can at least see some of what I've managed to churn out in a sleep-deprieved stupor. I'm also going to see if I can pinpoint the absolute worst of the drivel from the final push, just so that we can all cringe at the unapologetic meta. 'Cause when the POV itself becomes a character, something's gone horribly wrong. Same goes for when a character becomes aware of the narrative text, which happened just a few thousand words later. I REGRET NOTHING.
On a totally new and exciting note, I've been trying to catch you on AIM for quite a while now, lilycascade, and since you seem to be too wily for me, I shall wish you a Happy Belated Birthday here. :)