(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh.)

(don't worry. still around.)

Cumulative NaNoWriMo word count: 6,627

Today I had to go talk to a guy, and another guy, and I guess both conversations went pretty well. That's all I have to say about that. I did careful things in preparation. I did superstitious things. Lucky things. I clothed myself carefully, tried to sculpt my hair into some suitably "adult-looking" shape, ( Read more... )

When you read, when you hear, someone's account of personal trauma and your immediate response, internally, is, "oh, boo-hoo, get over yourself. Those things happen. Those things aren't so bad. It's just the way the world works. They meant well, anyway. It could have been worse. Can't you stop whining and just be thankful that it wasn't worse?" ( Read more... )