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Today
I woke up late. I ate breakfast. I slept some more. I went grocery shopping. I got Chinese takeout for lunch. There was a boy at the register. He looked twelve, but he was probably more like fifteen because I didn't give my name when I put in my order and payed with cash and he, I shit you not, put me down as "hot girl." At least, I'm pretty sure that's what was called out to me by some presumably non-English speaking employee before she handed over my bag of food. So either she thought my name was "hot girl" or she was describing the food and the Mandarin for "half a roast duck" and "oysters and pork" translates phonetically into "hot girl."
Oh yeah, then an hour or so later the checkout guy at Wallgreens greeted me with, "How you doin'."
Anyway, right now I'm at the Fine Art: Sculpture building pretending to work, but really just gathering fic to put on my flash drive so I can read it at my internetless home. Tomorrow hopefully I'll get some actual work in. Or, you know, a lot of actual work in. Since I'm behind and all. And possibly call my guitarist and try to do something about that band I'm in, like, you know, write lyrics, like I'm supposed to. He called me this morning and played me pretty music over the phone. Then he asked for feedback, and I struggled to put a sentence together while feeling pretty much completely braindead. This was right after I woke up groggy from my nap.
I like Fridays.
Oh yeah, then an hour or so later the checkout guy at Wallgreens greeted me with, "How you doin'."
Anyway, right now I'm at the Fine Art: Sculpture building pretending to work, but really just gathering fic to put on my flash drive so I can read it at my internetless home. Tomorrow hopefully I'll get some actual work in. Or, you know, a lot of actual work in. Since I'm behind and all. And possibly call my guitarist and try to do something about that band I'm in, like, you know, write lyrics, like I'm supposed to. He called me this morning and played me pretty music over the phone. Then he asked for feedback, and I struggled to put a sentence together while feeling pretty much completely braindead. This was right after I woke up groggy from my nap.
I like Fridays.