Today:

Hours spent on the phone with Ben, talking about, among other things, space harmonicas: 2 1/2

Hours spent working: 3

Hours spent sleeping: 4

All other hours spent doing laundry/eating/noodling around online.

Total pages to write tomorrow: 30

Hours available to write: 19

30/19 = approximately 1 1/2 pages per hour

I am so fucked.

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I don't like being caffeinated, I've decided. I just consumed a large coffee and a large Diet Coke with Lime, and my heart is beating like a hummingbird's. It's not that much, I know, for all you pill-poppers, but it's a lot for me. It makes me feel so unhealthy. And cooped up. I feel like I should be playing freeze tag, not hanging out with my ( Read more... )

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I just told all the rocks lining Glen Washington Rd. to fuck off. Fuck you. You too. You too, bloody great boulder son of a bitch.

Muttering under my breath isn't enough anymore, I suppose.

I need it to be break. Now.

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So. Why do I go through these blogging phases? I don't know. I think I started my last one during finals week in high school. It's conference week ( Read more... )