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Suck Suck Burn Sigh. I did it again -- I hurt someone's feelings. Yes! Even after bemoaning what a useless bastard I am, I went right out and managed to do it again. The only thing keeping me from being morose and guilty over it is that I was trying really hard not to do it. The person was just on a collision course. Gack.
Mostly things are okay though. Mostly. I didn't really accomplish anything at work yesterday -- instead I wrote a story. It was bad (really bad), but I wrote and wrote and wrote -- more words in about four hours than I managed during the whole time I was pretending to be motivated about NaNoWriMo. I only stopped because my fingers were hurting from too much typing. It isn't finished, and when I thought about it today I realized that it never will be. I'm bored with it, and I think it is garbage. Isn't that interesting? Yesterday I was so driven to accomplish it that I worked on it to the exclusion of all else, and today it could be a small pile of dirt. I am not right. My roommate -- the one that doesn't work, and is completely supported by his parents -- is in Mexico for Thanksgiving. I made a pilgrimage to my home town yesterday evening for a friend's birthday. I saw folk. I saw people who are married, who have children, who have mortgages...many of them younger than me. They seem happy about it. I wouldn't be, but then I don't know what would make me happy, so there you go. I am pretty sure I wouldn't want to be tied down to a new housing evelopment and a thirty-year loan from the bank though. I'm going to go drink. -t
Currently Aurally Inducing: Placebo, Untitled
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