October 4th, 2007

consider it dug

I will buy your soul.

"Whether it was the adventures of a lovelorn hero, or simply a primer or a prayer-book, it was absolutely the same to him, he read everything with equal attention; if a book on chemistry had been thrust under his nose, he would not have spurned that either. What he liked was not what he was reading, but rather, the reading itself, or, better said, the actual process of reading, the fact that out of the letters some word would always emerge, sometimes meaning the Devil only knew what" (p20), from Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol.

I have quite the migraine right now. In about an hour and a half I can go home and sleep it off.

Nobody has come in since 2:30. What the fuck. I hate working during the week. I picked up an extra shift over fall break, which should be quite pointless.

I'm outlining a new story, mainly because I've been coming up with a bunch of characters that don't fit into the other story on which I've been working. I don't know if I'm going to save this story for November (NaNoWriMo) or if I'll try to finish up the other story. I'm so busy this semester that I don't know if I'll be able to find the time to write this year... well, we'll see.

I don't have much left to do this week. Some studying, an expose en francais, and that's about it. Oh, and I've been breaking out, so I suspect I'll be avoiding shaving for a while. Perhaps I should stop eating unhealthy foods? ... nah.
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