Sep 17, 2009 20:26
[The writing is untouched at first, spelling out with a kind of flourish across the paper. Tybalt's... probably in a pretty good mood.]
Attention, fishbowl-dwelling fractals!
Last night = 1 zetta cool ride; if that's a variable left unfilled 2 you, good, don't bother asking for me to explain it 4 you, 'cuz you probably don't need 2 know.
Back off that tangent, my creative impulse is going haywire, so by 12:00 AM there should be a what the factoring
[A splash of like ohmigod that looks like blood - hastily subjected to an attempt to rub it away, leaving a dark red streak rapidly turning brown over the page.]
What did I just
for the love of
Just fucking factor it, that project may have to be postponed > 1 more day.
[The writing is then scribbled out in frustration - but still recognizable and readable.]
c: lucy,
that's gonna hurt in the next life,
juliet,
filmstrips,
gods of death baby,
c: lampwick,
mind screwed,
oh memories sweet memories,
c: will,
byte me,
c: cara,
but one of your nine lives