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I would just like to point out that, if this leak turns out to be the real thing, those so-called fans that are criticizing the style and quality of the writing will feel pretty salty. I recall the same thing happening when those few pages of Half-Blood Prince were leaked last time and bloggers were suggesting that JKR would never write dialogue ( Read more... )

It was a hard night at work yesterday and I thought it would be equally difficult to return home- which is now 301 Dewey, by the way- and not have Jarrod waiting for me in his big blue chair, watching sportscenter. I probably should have capitalized s(S)portscenter, but hey, whatever. It was easier than I thought, though, because Steve and ( Read more... )

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Well. I just read Our Town for Scotty I's Theatre History II. I just accidentally typed out Theater instead of Theatre and it looked really bizarre. Guess that means I'm finally ready to graduate.

Anyways. It's second nature to kind of shuffle around, doing other things like sleeping or watching The Fugitive on TNT, rather than set right about ( Read more... )

I kind of knew I was going to have to write an el jay soon. When I take a long break, the feeling, the need, tickles at me until I come back and write even just a little ditty. These breaks aren't really purposeful or intentional or anything. They just happen. Sometimes I feel bad about it ( Read more... )

Today, I pretty much did the splits in the alcohol aisle of Meijer because someone had busted open a bottle of pina colada mix and didn't bother it get it mixed up. Apparently, Brynne slipped, too, but I was too busy falling to the ground and grabbing the shelf full of glass bottles to notice. It looked like semen. It looked like I had semen all ( Read more... )

It always rains on a Tuesday or a Thursday down here. Maybe a Wednesday, too, but if it's raining more than one day a week, one of those days is definitely a Tuesday or Thursday. Which is so bizarre.