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Dear World, I am slowly becoming Neil Gaiman...
Nov. 5th, 2009 | 06:52 pm
mood: 
determined
music: "Slice of Life" - Bauhaus
Leather jacket and dark circles under the eyes; check.
Thriving off coffee, cigarettes, and snacks alone; check.
Responding verbally to other humans in short mumbles with an accent I have no right having thanks to Mid-West upbringing; check.
Holding conversations with cats only because they seem to know what's going on more than I do; check.
Writing out-loud/in sleep/while doing mundane chores that then leads to wanting to start writing an entirely different story just so it'll leave me alone; check.
Pet rat is now primary source of solace besides internet; check.
Pushing iTunes to the point of almost no return; check.
Baby meat sounds excellent right about now; check.
Thank you, NaNoWriMo. I have now become the Englishman I always dreamed of being.
And if I don't reach ten thousand words by Monday morning, I'm going to live the rest of my life in shame while dwelling in the sewers of South London...
Thriving off coffee, cigarettes, and snacks alone; check.
Responding verbally to other humans in short mumbles with an accent I have no right having thanks to Mid-West upbringing; check.
Holding conversations with cats only because they seem to know what's going on more than I do; check.
Writing out-loud/in sleep/while doing mundane chores that then leads to wanting to start writing an entirely different story just so it'll leave me alone; check.
Pet rat is now primary source of solace besides internet; check.
Pushing iTunes to the point of almost no return; check.
Baby meat sounds excellent right about now; check.
Thank you, NaNoWriMo. I have now become the Englishman I always dreamed of being.
And if I don't reach ten thousand words by Monday morning, I'm going to live the rest of my life in shame while dwelling in the sewers of South London...