Zing Boom, to the moon! Today is going to be a productive day. I'm going to critique one more story, do the slightly nonsensical homework for Technical Writing class, and then spend the rest of the day trying to squeeze out at least two thousand words for the short story due next week. It's five pages in and Sadie Valentino has finally hit a scene break. What happens next? I'll let you know when it finally hits my brain like a bullet from a revolver (a bullet from a gun), a bullet through the atmosphere...
Cold's going away, despite the margaritas last night and the walk home. Wrote a little rantbook post to get those wheels turning, drugged out on Magnetic Fields songs and in the mood to read weird short stories to burn my cortex for a while until it spits up vast and impromptu ideas. September smells like Tuscany on a spit, Children of the Atom!
Comments (4)
Speaking of colds, mine has gotten worse... my head is clogged and my eyes are itchy.
How long does this thing last?
Posted by Jason | September 28, 2004 3:10 PM
Posted on September 28, 2004 15:10
I was functional after like three days?
Posted by ben | September 28, 2004 3:25 PM
Posted on September 28, 2004 15:25
Sounds about right-- I feel fine today. Well, mostly fine. Still kind of tired.
Leave it to me to make a three-day cold seem like the fucking PLAGUE. :)
Posted by Jason | September 29, 2004 6:01 PM
Posted on September 29, 2004 18:01
The rats! The rats!
Posted by ben | September 29, 2004 6:33 PM
Posted on September 29, 2004 18:33