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Not climbing. Time of the month. Ow. I damn well better be okay to go into town tomorrow, because I'm running seriously low on food. That and we've been told to buy a journal specifically for long fiction, and I want to buy a new one before the knowledge that I already own twenty billion blank journals kicks in and stops me.

I love new notebooks and journals. New stationary in general. I'm suddenly wondering if it's a weird thing to get excited over but a journal of beautifully blank pages is the best thing ever.

... Y'know, I'm glad I have an icon suitable for this entry.

Enduring Love is getting me all mad, because it's dealing with one of my pet peeves (those nutty religious people who try to convert you even when you've told them politely to go stick their heads in blenders. The uni ones, they bribe you with doughnuts). I'm trying to think of things to write in my opinion piece for creative writing that won't simply be ranting.

Okay, the first time I thought I was crazy but the lights definitely flickered that time. Ack, all I need now is a powercut. I've been meaning to buy a lighter or matches for my incense for days but keep forgetting, so I'd have no way of lighting my candles like last time.

Note to self; buy matches/lighter tomorrow.

edit: That isn't to say I don't like Enduring Love by the way. It's very good.

And the lights AGAIN.