The dialup. It buuurns.

[lierdumoa]

No IM for me after all. My parents' computer does not have java and I'm reluctant to download any new programs onto the thing when I'm only staying here for another day and a half.

Writing. Oi. The screen is uncomfortably bright, so I'm pretty much forced to write things out by hand (good God, how did I *function* in high school?) and then type them up before I forget what I wrote in my terrible, terrible handwriting.

fashes, I promise I will get the oral sex scene written for you sometime this weekend.

403 wds. added. I might have to trash most of them, though. Poo.

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[aiturnizzle.livejournal.com]

I brought a journal to do some ficcing in on my trip to the US.

OIF.

One page later and I seriously think i've forgotten how to use a wiriting implement that ISN'T a keyboard :\

[fashes.livejournal.com]

So kind of you to think of me in your time of woe. I have a 7am meeting tomorrow. SUNDAY. For which I wasn't technically schedule for, but made myself available for with management because I am *that* ambitious. There is so some tequilia or jagermeister in my future. *celebrates the crazy*

[lierdumoa.livejournal.com]

YESOMG.

I realized I write kind of like I'm collaging. Which is fine in a word processor where you can cut and paste all you want, but on paper? Terrible, horrible pain.

[aiturnizzle.livejournal.com]

OH I KNOW. Half my page ended up being scribbled out because i wrote things in the wrong order and i was constantly moving them around.

I seriously don't know how ANYONE managed all those years of schooling with pen and paper :\