grr argh

I woke up at four-thirty this morning to write that Macbeth essay, because I got home after school & work & robotics & the concert at nine and I was just dead.

It's not due till Monday.

Sometimes I hate the world.

On the other hand, now I have no excuse (except for those Angel S2 dvds that are just begging to be watched) not to work on my nanowrimo project, which is a good thing, right?

regarding NaNoWriMo

My main character is filling out a job application.

I'm writing out all the dates. June twenty second, nineteen ninety five. (Because it's five more words that 6/22/95.)

I feel so dirty. But it'll be worth it if I hit ten thousand today... four thousand some more words, cause I have to make up for slacking off the past two weeks. Then in theory I write five thousand more tomorrow and Sunday, and then 2200 every day till the end of the month. Yeah right, but a girl can hope.

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6803. I want to hit 7000 at least before I go forage for dinner and such.

And now for something completely different... ( shield your eyes: a picture of me )