i just got a new "low profile keyboard", because i have become so used to typing on a netbook that the elevated keys, and clacking of the keyboard i've used since my first story was written have begun to drive me insane. not to mention it's a blow to my typing speed to have to keep switching back and forth from the two very different keyboards.
I had pizza again.
Domino's?
My spine hurts between my shoulder blades.
Domino's indeed.
Also my Kindle keeps freezing up.
I've got a First Aid refresher course tomorrow. It's a two day deal. I'm wondering how much they'll refresh because I don't remember much. The only thing I've done since initially passing is pick glass out of some guy's skull. Felt like a chimp.
It seems as if many of you know each other.
Working thirteen hours in a hospital on a Sunday when the ward is quiet and the patients are all well behaved is boring as fuck.
Thank god the IT guys haven't got round to putting this site on their filter list yet. It will happen, of that I have no doubt, but maybe I'll get a week or so.
Can't you bribe them with donuts, Wicked Voodoo? Works for me.
Possibly, though to be honest I think the IT guys live in the walls or something. No idea where their office is. I have a feeling that if I go out looking for them, it's gonna be the start of some ridiculous adventure that gets me killed, or worse.
I suffer greatly from the lack of embedded spellchecking in these otherwise splendid input boxes. That is all, please return to your home-room study assignments.
The Giants beat the Cardinals today.
I found a dollar in an old pair of jeans.
First Aid course was good. We've got this instructor guy who's got a steel hip and talks about himself in third person. He says 'he says' before whatever he says.
Charges you and says, 'He says, doing a great job, sunshine.'
Crackers.
I have a water flask that occasionally makes a high-pitched squealing for no apparent reason. I've come to understand that the flask wishes to communicate. I'm communicating with the flask. We talk almost all the time.
I thought to myself 'who farted?' only to find that I was the only person in the room.
Renfield, I farted in my on face the other day. Stood up, backing to the couch, farted, sat down. Not nice.
cookie dough.
*just sayin'
Jack? Bubbe? That flask is saying, "Babe, not water. Booze. C'mon. Hook me up."
So why is comcast broadcasting a still of some obvious colts fans... I can hear the announcers, but the game is... is... grrrsss....not there. I want to see my Bucs, not some silly, red-cheeked, blue-jerseyed, sculpted half-moon goateed dork with his mouth hanging open in perpetuity.
I had to get up at 5:30 this morning.
The good news is I finally earned the Night Owl badge.
Just wanted to give an extra thanks to the staff of Litreactor and to all the contributing writers and editors. This site saved me from boredom and depression and has given me the push I needed to keep writing. You guys are awesome!
If I fall asleep right now, I could get 2 hrs, 15 minutes of Zzzzzz's. That sounds like just enough to piss me off.
No sleep for me. I'm in work and just sent the office bitch to Starbucks.
I submitted my first "real" college paper today- on my least favorite topic: me. The "Personal Essay" is not anywhere near my comfort zone. I'm just grateful that my prof is rather zen about things.
I'm not going to put pants on today. I'll have to work my schedual around this action.
All LitReactor threads seem to have an actual point. Even this one.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow. I write better when it's raining.
When is there going to be a Litreactor meet-up? I'd really love to have one.
I just posted this in the pointless announcements thread.
Just wanted to reiterate your post than. It is a good idea.
I'm about to eat sesame chicken.
Last Friday I ate five slices of margherita pizza. That's more than half a pizza... a new personal record.
Bully Beatdown.
just sayin'
I am out of cigarettes.
Change+CoinStar
Problem solved.
I would just like to announce that I am now in a deep existential slump because I just got my grade for a personal essay project and made 187.5 out of a possible 200 and I'm not happy about that.
I shall now commence to drinking milkshakes, eating cookie dough, and channel surfing, wondering why I am trying to be a writer in the first place.
fmrwasioitsb
(fuckmerunningwithaspooninoverallsinthesnowbarefoot)
I'm probably going to be late for work because I've spent too much time reading discussions on LitReactor. Worth it.
Tequila is good with Squirt.
Had another zombie dream.
Noticing that every comment has a "FLAG AS OFFENSIVE" button
and wondering who the fuck here would ever use it.
Going to see a play adaptation of Frankenstein tonight.
Fuck you, iPad, for proving your usefulness despite there having been no huge market demand for your kind of device!
i sit here and my notes on my new story are upstairs. The beer here is cold, up there not so much
Outside smoking a cigarette, the sound of cicadas swirling around my head like razorblades.