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Look! The medicine has worn off, it's so gorgeous outside that anyone could mistake it for spring, and it's the day of a contest deadline. You know what that means. I am going to lock myself in my tomb-like room with my cheap wine and my laptop and spend the rest of the sunlight writing a story. I haven't the faintest fucking clue as to what I am going to write about, but that's OK. It's not often I know what the plot of the story is until it unfurls and climaxes before I even know what's happening. I haven't submitted a story to a contest in a pretty long time and I'm kinda jittery. Wish me luck and mad fine grammar skillz. And the ability to avoid getting sidetracked by computer solitaire and shiny things. 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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