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clo_again... for I am bored and haven't started my Creative Writing which has to sent in... two hours and ten minutes. Apparently it's possible for a human to type 1000 words an hour. Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be testing that out tonight?
All I want to do it try and catch up on the terrible backlog of LJ comments I haven't answered then go to bed early. I getting more annoyed by the second with my CW tutor for setting this interview, because if she hadn't I could just send in something else that I'd already written - of which I have a stock waiting for times when I feel like this - and go to bed. Damn. *sighs* Why this week?
Must. Write. Now. *props eyelids open with matchsticks*
EDIT: I am literally teetering on the edge of emailing my CW tutor with an excuse and just going to bed. I'm not in the mood. I'm tired. She's already pissed me off and I have sent stuff in, every week so far, almost always on time... I'm going to plead "sick" and go to bed. No doubt I will then actually catch this damn cold as payment, but anything I write at the moment probably won't even make sense.
Plead sick. Yep. *nods*
EDIT: Well that's me pleading off sick. I am now going to bed before my brain does what it's threatening and actually explodes. I really need a good night's sleep I think.
Goodnight! *sighs in relief*
All I want to do it try and catch up on the terrible backlog of LJ comments I haven't answered then go to bed early. I getting more annoyed by the second with my CW tutor for setting this interview, because if she hadn't I could just send in something else that I'd already written - of which I have a stock waiting for times when I feel like this - and go to bed. Damn. *sighs* Why this week?
Must. Write. Now. *props eyelids open with matchsticks*
EDIT: I am literally teetering on the edge of emailing my CW tutor with an excuse and just going to bed. I'm not in the mood. I'm tired. She's already pissed me off and I have sent stuff in, every week so far, almost always on time... I'm going to plead "sick" and go to bed. No doubt I will then actually catch this damn cold as payment, but anything I write at the moment probably won't even make sense.
Plead sick. Yep. *nods*
EDIT: Well that's me pleading off sick. I am now going to bed before my brain does what it's threatening and actually explodes. I really need a good night's sleep I think.
Goodnight! *sighs in relief*
