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So, Writing Place. Good times. GRE studying, not so much. I'm going to meet Mark in the cage after work and do some reading comps...I need to bump up to 2-3.5 hours a day this next week. It's going to be hell. If I can just sit down and work on my screenplay for a couple hours, it would be done and off my plate...which would be amazing...then I'd just have the Gar paper to ruin my life. Haha. The mouse showed up again last night. Little fucker.
Emmy and I are going to go see "Closer" tonight, which is allegedly pretty damn intense. I sucked on my batteries for my discman to try to get a little more power out of them and I think the acid's fucking with me. I don't understand why I'm so damn tired. My throat's phlegmy, I'm nauseous, my appetite is way out of whack...I hate that I'm bitching so much. Cool it, Hoffman.
I can't believe this stupid fucking test is on Saturday. I am going to flip the hell out.
Wanna watch me go insane?
Emmy and I are going to go see "Closer" tonight, which is allegedly pretty damn intense. I sucked on my batteries for my discman to try to get a little more power out of them and I think the acid's fucking with me. I don't understand why I'm so damn tired. My throat's phlegmy, I'm nauseous, my appetite is way out of whack...I hate that I'm bitching so much. Cool it, Hoffman.
I can't believe this stupid fucking test is on Saturday. I am going to flip the hell out.
Wanna watch me go insane?