I hate writing when what I write doesn't get as good as I'd liked, and I just don't know how to fix it. And since I can't use a beta (it's for a las-challenge), I can't get someone else to tell me how to fix it either. Stupid. On the other hand, when I'm done with the las-thing I'm gonna write some "normal" stuff, and then poke
cefyr into submission. Or until she agrees to help me, whichever comes first.
I thought my home smelled like rotten orange, which is one of the most unpleasant smells I know. Then I went out into the stairs (is there a word for the communal stairs in a house with apartments?) and I realised the smell was paint. Really strong paint, probably the kind that gives you cancer if you eat it... I'm going to try not to eat it.
I spent yesterday sleeping, and I'm still tired. It could be that I've slept too much, (even if I don't believe in that), but it feels like real tiredness. Hopefully it'll have passed tomorrow, since i'm doing an exam from eight to one.