I lost yesterday to a two-hour long screenwriting class

[gogollescent]

held in one end of the dining room at my mother's work, with the sun on my glasses, pinkish because it was coming on six.

That night I had a series of dreams, all of them replays of various things that had happened to me during the day, but with one notable addition: the presence of Joy at my side, working on her art project. We communicated by

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[clodia_metelli]

Ooooh, you got the random Snape spam poster who's been going around! They left a comment on my CONCRIT-PLZ post, and I was disappointed, because it was randomly about Snape + various Russian links I didn't click on.

I had a dream once where I went into a library and read the first page of a book; and since I could remember what it said in the morning, I wrote it down. I got an art project + the basis for a story about the younger Sylvanians I need to finish writing one day out of that dream, not to mention that's where the necromancy story is coming from, so it was a good one.

Also, I would be worried about those conditioner bottles and suggest you introduce a bottle of shower gel as a spy.

[gogollescent]

Perhaps it was concrit in a new language, one where the morphemes are all links to Russian websites. Er.

Unfortunately the only thing Joy wrote to me that was even vaguely literary was cracky Twilight fanfiction. >>

I was thinking of leaving a strategic hairnet, but you're right, some shower gel might be a good preliminary operative.