'There are few events which don't leave a written trace at least'
-Georges Perec
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Deadline
There is nothing in the world that makes me want to lounge around the house, and watch stupid television shows, than a writing deadline. 26 pages of 85 done. Aka not even halfway. Aka no reason to look for expensive sunglasses online. Yet.
I like to watch and listen to couples in heated arguments. And old ladies with red lipstick who flirt shamelessly. I shame too easy.
I bite my nails and cut my own hair.
I like maps.
I don't like waiting; consequently I'm usually late. I don't like people who are always composed and rational in any given situation. I get angry and cry.
Sometimes I'm jealous of the spiders walking across my bedroom floor. Cause for them, my room must be a universe.
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