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Beryl considered Henry's coi fish in the fountain, and tried to remember where the insecticide was.

Less than one thousand words left to write tonight on Sadie Valentino, which doesn't have a new title but something will inevitably occur to me. Enjoying the omniscient dipping point of view. Reading The Shipping News on breaks from the long haul. After that, if it's not too late, I'm going to look at the short-short and see about rewriting that. I just want to get this one story done, finished, and off to Lorna. Give me some space from it for a while, start the next story, try to work my way through the rest of the homework.

Decided to pick up some cash doing copy writing for a local web development company, just a one-off job with potential for more in the future. It'll make my schedule a bit harsher for the next little while but that's not saying much and it's a work situation that's actually in my chosen field! I feel really charged up about this.

Technical Writing - the class, not the actual writing - makes no sense. Even more so. This prof has no concept of how to run a class, it seems. This is all going to be reflected in my course evaluation in a few weeks.

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