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Nov. 9th, 2005 01:06 pmI woke up when my roommate left the apartment for work. Which strikes me as altogether reasonable, if likely to eventually make her wake me up with a bucket of cold water (roomate dear? If you take that as a suggestion, I will PERSONALLY do my VERY BEST to have you eviscerated in the most painful manner known to mankind. Just saying.)
Since then, I've read a pile of articles for my class, done a wee bit of laundry, had breakfast (apple pie counts as breakfast if you have it with coffee, right?)... I like these not-really days. Y'know, the type of day when I know that, while there are things that need to be done for the next few weeks, there's nothing immediately demanding my attention, so I can actually read a novel and feel good about it and not feel guilty that I'm doing a pile of work? Yeah, that's the one. It's nice.
Oh, and I wrote. Wordcount is up again. Yay. *shrugs*
Since then, I've read a pile of articles for my class, done a wee bit of laundry, had breakfast (apple pie counts as breakfast if you have it with coffee, right?)... I like these not-really days. Y'know, the type of day when I know that, while there are things that need to be done for the next few weeks, there's nothing immediately demanding my attention, so I can actually read a novel and feel good about it and not feel guilty that I'm doing a pile of work? Yeah, that's the one. It's nice.
Oh, and I wrote. Wordcount is up again. Yay. *shrugs*
