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You know, I've been home since seven-ish, you'd think that sometime between then and now (say, five hours?) I'd be able to write three hundred words. Apparently not. And it's not even like I was doing anything important. I went on the internet, I watched half of Breakfast at Tiffany's before I got bored. I also drew and colored a really bad picture. But that's alright, because I only wanted to practice my coloring skills (or lack thereof) anyway.
Now I feel really bad, but it's after midnight, so technically I did miss a day. And I'm about as inspired as a...I don't know...just generally unispired right now. I have no excuses. Just laziness and slight angst. But I don't want to hammer something out right now, and I don't want to cheat. So here's a general appology for me missing my three-hundred words, though I'm not sure if I want to post it in my blog or the community. Bah, whatever.
Good-night, world.
Now I feel really bad, but it's after midnight, so technically I did miss a day. And I'm about as inspired as a...I don't know...just generally unispired right now. I have no excuses. Just laziness and slight angst. But I don't want to hammer something out right now, and I don't want to cheat. So here's a general appology for me missing my three-hundred words, though I'm not sure if I want to post it in my blog or the community. Bah, whatever.
Good-night, world.
