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The presentation was negligible as to be expected and I got to see Michael on his way to class (he'd slept through his alarm), Jo in her office (she was exhausted and horny) and Joy on her break (she wasn't being appreciated by people), which made my morning brighter. Then I drank a Blackberry smoothie and went to my Novel Techniques class where Bill Gaston inspired me to work on my story with new vigour. I convinced Caroline to come for lunch with Samara and I, we went over story beginnings and gossiped and I looked through a poetry assignment for Samara because she needed to be reminded that she's, you know, incredibly brilliant and insightful (I think I might have to write it on her forehead for her so she remembers everytime she looks in the mirror).

Now I'm home and I'm going to work on my short story for a bit, and try to write that assignment for my fiction workshop.