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Look! I should be writing a novel. I am not writing a novel. But I should be. This puzzles me. I have something to do and I am not doing it. Instead, I am opting to eat handful after handful of kettle corn and just fuck around. I spent an hour staring at pictures of aquatic plants native to Florida and started reading the Bell Jar for the twenty-seventh time (not an exggeration...something very rare for me). I know I have something to do, but I am not doing it; apparently for no reason. God, I feel like I'm in high school again. Speaking of horrible, painful, ego-crushing things, I am applying to four more writer's colonies. Yeah, I am going to be reduced to a whimpering, negetive blob by the end of next year. Bring on those rejections, baby. Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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