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I want to write. I got 500 words done on Dare Not Speak last night, which is a fucking miracle because that's been sitting around for something like a year now. I had an idea for a random short one-act play/scene/thing in sociology today, and spent a good ten minutes zoning out and staring at the wall planning it, completely missing everything my darling Scottish lecturer was saying. I want to write
crazylittleme's Hamlet/Horatio. There's a fanfiction competition being run by an anime convention here in Canberra. I only got home from choir half an hour ago. I am wired on biscuits and gin.
I have a 9am statistics and methodology lecture tomorrow.
*weeps bitter tears against the world*
It would be so easy to miss. So easy. She teaches straight out of the textbook. I don't have another class until 1pm. I could sleep. And go for a walk. And...
No. Nono. Bad.
Also: Ji you brilliant child um we need pretext though and I'm drawing a blank for Thom's motives *bounces like crazy*
Who's hot? We're hot.
*dies of hyper, is buried in bed*
I have a 9am statistics and methodology lecture tomorrow.
*weeps bitter tears against the world*
It would be so easy to miss. So easy. She teaches straight out of the textbook. I don't have another class until 1pm. I could sleep. And go for a walk. And...
No. Nono. Bad.
Also: Ji you brilliant child um we need pretext though and I'm drawing a blank for Thom's motives *bounces like crazy*
Who's hot? We're hot.
*dies of hyper, is buried in bed*

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