we are such stuff that dreams are made on
One... More... Entry... SHOULD boot out the last embarassing entry of this page. That's not incentive to click on the "skip back 20 entries" link. Just accept this is a new page in my journal. The first page if you like.
It's half 11 by my reakoning. No on in my house knows that I'm in my college computer room not knowing what the hell I'm going to tell my tutor tomorrow when he asks me (in the only un-annoying US accent I've heard to date) "So what are you going to write for you first procedural essay?"
So far I have, "What is real?"
This isn't the fucking Matrix Leigh.
DAM THE TEMPEST! DAM IT TO HELL!
It's half 11 by my reakoning. No on in my house knows that I'm in my college computer room not knowing what the hell I'm going to tell my tutor tomorrow when he asks me (in the only un-annoying US accent I've heard to date) "So what are you going to write for you first procedural essay?"
So far I have, "What is real?"
This isn't the fucking Matrix Leigh.
DAM THE TEMPEST! DAM IT TO HELL!