Paper: 1/3 of the way done. I can't write more than 25,000 characters (wtf does that mean?) and I've written about 7,500 ( Read more... )

On Saturday, I was feeling sad and premenstrual (thank you, Pill) when I heard some yelling outside. I opened the window and saw a man yelling at a prostitute (puttana in Italian) in front of my building. He was trying to get her to leave and she was arguing right back. A bystander just stood on the street, less than a couple feet away, watching ( Read more... )