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Deep thought for the day: the nice thing about going to a small college is that there’s always someone you know well enough to ask to borrow a pen.
Also, there’s always some popcorn left in the free popcorn machine. I plan to make full use of that till my finances perk up.
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I’ve spent three pages trying to write a post something, anything: memoirs, letters, turning real people into characters when you write about them, the Epic Drama that my friends have inflicted on us all in a fit of – I don’t even know what it’s a fit of, but I wish it’d go away.
But apparently the part of my brain that used to string together coherent paragraphs has died. I should hunt up a shoebox and bury it in the snow, and watch the rabbits gnaw at it.
Also, there’s always some popcorn left in the free popcorn machine. I plan to make full use of that till my finances perk up.
***
I’ve spent three pages trying to write a post something, anything: memoirs, letters, turning real people into characters when you write about them, the Epic Drama that my friends have inflicted on us all in a fit of – I don’t even know what it’s a fit of, but I wish it’d go away.
But apparently the part of my brain that used to string together coherent paragraphs has died. I should hunt up a shoebox and bury it in the snow, and watch the rabbits gnaw at it.
