Combine this with my peculiar lack of hunger and . . . something strange is a happenin' to me.
Maybe I'm becoming a werewolf? It could be, you know.
I think I'll actually kinna enjoy getting my car back to-morrow. All day to-day I've wanted to go out and get a smoothie or coffee or something. But I was denied these things.
I've a bunch of reading still to do for my class to-morrow, but just to be rebellious and kick-ass, I'm gonna finish reading The Specialist's Hat by Kelly Link so :P on you world! . . . :P
I have, of course, resorted to my wonderful green tea again. And it is good. Yes . . . it is good.
I realised to-day that I had left my sketchbook at
Or actually, maybe it was just a general feeling that the comic was distracting me from my novel. I think about my novel all the time . . . even though it's been a couple of days since I physically put anything down for it . . . I'm constantly scheming in my brain about it--trying different structures, different avenues down which the story could flow, what little bits to use in order to express what I mean to express . . .