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So I went up to Langford and came back home an hour later having done nothing. I figure that if I'm just going to sit around staring blankly at a piece of trace, I might as well do it as home where I can listen to "Carry On Wayward Son" and get sidetracked by pictures of Jensen Ackles ( Read more... )

Arg, my desks are a mess. Both of them. I don't mind the drafting table being a mess. It's more or less supposed to be. But my messy computer desk is somewhat of a problem, because I sit at it all the time. However, I'd rather sit at it and write about it than get up and clean it. And the dishes still aren't done, but I got a nifty sponge ( ( Read more... )

Yeah, I'm at Langford again. It's 9:15am, and I got here last night at 10ish. I'm really tired. And on the verge of going insane. Paul and I stuck our heads out the window at 6:30am and screamed at the top of our lungs, that helped some. He started twitching occasionally last night. Really. Julia is literally ill. She's gotten 5 hours of ( Read more... )

I'm addicted to strees ( Read more... )