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Random Writing time!
At work again. Somehow lately I've only been posting from the desk. I keep meaning to post at other times, but then things like sleeping and going to my Russian class (which is awesome by the way) seem to get in the way. Tonight (this morning?) I have the dubious pleasure of working the midnight to eight shift. Eight hours of not much going on because we don't have too many guests and the people who are staying aren't students and thus are smart and asleep by now.
Whatever, apparently I get paid today (tomrrow?) So that's pretty exciting. (It also makes me feel a little better about buying seasons 3 and 4 of Due South. Not that I felt especailly badly about it in any case.)
I started writing something because I got this crazy thought about what it would be like if one of my original characters just walked up to me while I was walking at night and introduced themselves (I think the answer is just that I'd be WAY freaked out and kinda scared, even though I totally wish that some of my characters really existed so that I could be friends with them), but I only got one sentence that's worthy of keeping (see below).
It was late, nearly midnight, and the sky was weighed down with fog, thick clouds of it narrowing her world to the blurred edges of the street lights and the muffled sounds of traffic on the main roads a few blocks away.
Anyway, I think it might be time for me to go and make some coffee, or at least get something to drink. Maybe I'll try to hold out sans caffeine for as long as possible.
Whatever, apparently I get paid today (tomrrow?) So that's pretty exciting. (It also makes me feel a little better about buying seasons 3 and 4 of Due South. Not that I felt especailly badly about it in any case.)
I started writing something because I got this crazy thought about what it would be like if one of my original characters just walked up to me while I was walking at night and introduced themselves (I think the answer is just that I'd be WAY freaked out and kinda scared, even though I totally wish that some of my characters really existed so that I could be friends with them), but I only got one sentence that's worthy of keeping (see below).
It was late, nearly midnight, and the sky was weighed down with fog, thick clouds of it narrowing her world to the blurred edges of the street lights and the muffled sounds of traffic on the main roads a few blocks away.
Anyway, I think it might be time for me to go and make some coffee, or at least get something to drink. Maybe I'll try to hold out sans caffeine for as long as possible.