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An essay on perspective.
The whole NaNoWriMo thing done and over with, I find myself with twitchy fingers more and more, and the tendency to gobble herbal supplements isn't ending just because I finished what I set out to do some time ago ( Read more... ) -
One of those days.
Spiked drinks = Teh suck. -
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Looks like a blizzard here. -
Tired.
Honestly, while I wasn't too concerned about finishing it on time, it is nice to be able to put this down, for once.
The word count as of today, November 29th, 2005, as can be found here, is as follows.
Metamorphosis50,503/50,000 ( Read more... ) -
*sigh*
Been a long while since I ripped apart anyone's psyche.
Been probably even longer since my own self-destructed.
*head cocked to the side* tick, tock, tick, tock...
Just a matter of when and where now.
However, I'm not done with one thing.
Fifteen thousand words to complete in two days.
This is a deadline.
I can do deadlines.
-M.P. Reyart
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It occurs to me, as I've been floating through the city at random, that I think, for the first time in many moons, I'm actually lonely.
My reaction to this emotion is exactly akin to Spider Jerusalem upon learning that his dreams have become commercial advertisements.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE, BRING ME SOME DRUGS!!!
-M.P. Reyart -
Strange depressive halt.
Strangely depressed right now. It's nigh-crippling, oddly enough, but I'm so used to being nigh-suicidal from time to time that this is really nothing in comparison ( Read more... ) -
More stats on comments.
I should do this every once in a while to see how the numbers add up.
-M.P.
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Guy Fawkes moment.
Remember, remember, the Fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
More to be found on metaphorge's journal.
Nanowrimo Word Count: 7470 -
I got friends in lowly places...
Well, not really ( Read more... )