smitten (but not stupid)
I've been dreaming a lot recently. Last night, I broke someone's heart and then had an awful, awkward goodbye because I was busy clearing my shoes out of his house. The night before that, I fought a battle! This just goes to show that dreams are a waste of time because I would never really do either of those things. I don't care about shoes.More importantly:
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SWEET!
Are you playing?
NaNoWriMo, I mean!
I had a lash last year but gave up after 3000 words and no desk in the evening...
This year.
I have my evening desk.
I may borrow a pipe.
I am! I've never played before because I'm such a perfectionist.
Also I'm a terrible terrible writer.
I figure it's 2000 words a night, and I used to hammer out more than that at 3am when I had uni deadlines due.
I am going to write something filthy.
I see.
I have my idea.
That is all.
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