Well, I definitely haven't managed three sentences every night. I tend to forget if Peter isn't here to remind me (and usually he checks to see if I've done it right as we're getting into bed, so sometimes even when he does remind me I opt for sleep over writing ( Read more... )

I was chatting with my friend J the other night. She's studying for the bar and having 3 different wedding celebrations this summer. She's also going to try and write a novella ( Read more... )

Still here. Still kind of drunk. Completely fucking inundated with ants.

My comment upon viewing?

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, and all the little baby angels. And the motherfucking donkey."

Ants like you would not believe. The cat food has turned black with them.

I hate this house.

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I made my first margarita today ( Read more... )

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David Bowie is dead, and somebody broke into my house today ( Read more... )

Have you heard of my new apocalyptic Christian rock band, Boogying Towards Bethlehem? (This has nothing to do with the rest of the entry. I just thought it was a funny phrase ( Read more... )

So I'm having what I guess you could call an acute attack of depression (as opposed to my more usual low-level spiritual malaise that I can generally manage without medicine). I had forgotten how it can manifest as a profound irritation with almost everything, and nearly as profound desire to Avoid All The Things. You know, things like my boyfriend ( Read more... )

I may have spent the night reading Cracked, and now it is technically past my bedtime ( Read more... )

Today:

Largely unremarkable, thank goodness. Had too much sugar, but tomorrow is another day, so I'm trying not to beat myself up.

My mother and I hit a deer on the way home from choir practice. That was pretty miserable. And now I've written (a little, so very little, but it is an entry) and I'm tired, so bed.

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