Feb 07, 2006 20:55
This is the first time I've gone a week without a cigarette in probably a year.
Sometimes, I'm really, really unhappy. And sometimes I worry. And sometimes I'm nostalgic. And sometimes, when I'm lucky, I find that something simple like driving around for an afternoon/evening with Korman, Emma, and Aladdin helps me to stop concerning myself with all of that. It's a nice surreality check.
I wrote my story for fiction as soon as I came in...whether or not I do the rest of my work remains to be seen. You know what I rediscovered recently? I find poor writing unnerving. I mean, extremely bad writing, not just mediocre stuff. Like, it makes me nervous.
Also, today I realized, as I had suspected before, that I like comic books a whole lot. And I intend to nag Aladdin as a way of reminding him to lend me some.
Love,
Me
PS: My quote of the day (and perhaps one of the creepier things a friend of mine has said) comes from the lovely Ms. Sartwell:
"I mean, I thought she was hot when I was a sophmore in weight training and saw her undressing in the girls' locker room."