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Sep. 22nd, 2005 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillsostrangeI should know better than to get Starbucks' coffee, really I should. But alas, it's here and I was groggy. So I sip my cup of char and half & half and make faces. I am wearing the bottom of my trousers rolled.
I'm stuck on a conversation scene, wherein some sort of useful information is supposed to be related. I have no idea what that information might be. And two characters who are not supposed to be making eyes at each other are threatening to do so. Maybe I should draw more maps.
I've climbed 12 flights of stairs so far today, and that has to count for something.
This pointless entry is brought to you the letter R, and by the number 3.
Happy Equinox.
I'm stuck on a conversation scene, wherein some sort of useful information is supposed to be related. I have no idea what that information might be. And two characters who are not supposed to be making eyes at each other are threatening to do so. Maybe I should draw more maps.
I've climbed 12 flights of stairs so far today, and that has to count for something.
This pointless entry is brought to you the letter R, and by the number 3.
Happy Equinox.
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Date: 2005-09-22 10:22 pm (UTC)Prufrock! That one single line just brought up a wash of memory. How I love that poem, and it's been forever since I've lost myself in it again. Thankye.