So I went in for my free "Assessment" session and it turns out? The name is A LIE. It's really a TORTURE SESSION.
Jerk.
So after I limped out of the gym, I went to a write-in with Megzilla and Jess and Jeffrey and I think Jeffrey wrote a whole 7 words. I think it was his most productive day ever. I myself wrote a couple hundred words... but not on my script.
I've officially quit
ScriFre, but because I HATE writing in script format, not because of any lack of inspiration or motivation. I want to write this story in my head, but I detest the screenplay formatting. It's tedious and stupid and fiddly and stupid and stupid and I don't like it. I think maybe I'll use this idea for my outside-of-NaNoWriMo novel.
Mmmm, I just found some yogurt in my fridge that I thought was expired, but the lid says it's good until July 3. This is very exciting, because it's strawberry, and delicious.
I'm rambling, aren't I? La la la. Bed time! WHEEE!
(It's funny, since my bed is just a box spring and a mattress on the floor, I really can dive, crash, or fall into bed. I love my bed for that reason. Who need bedframes, really?)