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NaNo
Chapter One: Hero's Welcome (password: blackmagic)
Overall wordcount so far: 5,390
Degree to which I am angry with myself for not pulling my finger out more: vast
Levels of dissatisfaction with the quality of my prose: visible from the fucking moon.
Other shit
Today I also wrote back to my grandmother, explained to my coworker that if he thinks killing women is acceptable under any circumstance he should probably not mention it on his dating profile, spent all morning doing nothing at work because there was nothing to do, slashed alexander skarsgard with his father because sometimes you have to ensure that you keep your seat on the hell bus, got my letter from the clinic so I can make an appointment to have my teeth out (thank fuck), changed my name at the bank (step one of changing my name in all the fucking places), and am now shouting at Lindsay to stop nagging me about food.
I HAVE SUCH A RAGE ABOUT THIS FUCKING THING YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
Okay tomorrow: work 7am-1pm, write on public transport and then in the library until ... fiiiiiive? Five thirty? Then home drop bag go back out see Susanne do La Reve say hello to Maud if possible come home post writing TRY NOT TO DIE.
Chapter One: Hero's Welcome (password: blackmagic)
Overall wordcount so far: 5,390
Degree to which I am angry with myself for not pulling my finger out more: vast
Levels of dissatisfaction with the quality of my prose: visible from the fucking moon.
Other shit
Today I also wrote back to my grandmother, explained to my coworker that if he thinks killing women is acceptable under any circumstance he should probably not mention it on his dating profile, spent all morning doing nothing at work because there was nothing to do, slashed alexander skarsgard with his father because sometimes you have to ensure that you keep your seat on the hell bus, got my letter from the clinic so I can make an appointment to have my teeth out (thank fuck), changed my name at the bank (step one of changing my name in all the fucking places), and am now shouting at Lindsay to stop nagging me about food.
I HAVE SUCH A RAGE ABOUT THIS FUCKING THING YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
Okay tomorrow: work 7am-1pm, write on public transport and then in the library until ... fiiiiiive? Five thirty? Then home drop bag go back out see Susanne do La Reve say hello to Maud if possible come home post writing TRY NOT TO DIE.