My eyes feel like tiny raisins behind my lids. Tiny, dirty raisins. With laser beams directed backwards into my brain.
Ain't November fun?
Screwed by the Liberals Again
19 hours ago
The musings of one writer about her craft, the spectacle of writing, and life in general.
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Why do they feel that way? What does November have to do with it? I'm confused! Still, I hope you feel better soon.
Heh. I was tired last night, and November was to blame because it's National Novel Writing Month. Or... I was just being a whiner. I had writing to do, and I didn't want to do it, so I whined and went to bed.
Love the new picture, btw.
I feel like that and I'm not even doing Nano.
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