Good evening ladies,
Did you know that sleep deprivation has a taste? It’s a rather disconcerting sour taste and I don’t like it. Unfortunately for me, my mouth is full of it. Bleh…
My momma is coming up to visit me tomorrow. Nothing special is happening, she’s just coming to visit and apparently clean my house while I study hardcore for my biochemistry final. I say apparently clean my house because, as Valerie will testify, I have not been the most vigilant over the last week or so and have fallen behind in my duties in favour of completing homework assignments.
Today, when I told myself I was going to do some of it myself and get my notes together in order to finish a piece of fiction for the enjoyment of my lovely editor Dawn, I fell asleep on my couch. Whoops… I swear, it’ll get it done. I’ve already written an enormous amount so I just have to get it into my head to get the rest typed out and it’ll be done in short order. Unfortunately, writing smut in the presence of my mother is not something I’m comfortable with so there will be some avoidance.
I started this post a half hour ago and haven’t finished it because I’ve been chatting it up with the American via Skype. It’s a very distracting business, especially when it concerns my writing, haha! You will have him to blame or thank when you read my next publication. That’s all I’ll say about that.
Today I wrote my last evil midterm in your Pants and I think it went well. I didn’t spontaneously combust when Mr. Lively sat down one seat away from me with literally five seconds to go before the start of the exam but it was a close call. Somehow I managed to focus enough to complete the test with my usual manner of efficiency, 15 minutes for a test on one third of the course material.
Your Pants also sat with me through my last official lecture of second year earlier in the morning. Crazy stuff that. I’m too tired to continue into my medley of emotions about half my university undergrad career being over so maybe later.
Love you ladies muchly,
Dina
your editor is in it for the love, smut is like a holiday bonus :) (basically I don't care how long it takes you to get done, make sure you sleep and eat and shower k?)
ReplyDeleteLack of combustion is good, as I have said I much prefer you alive, unburnt and in one piece. Good to hear the pants are combustion retardant, haha!
ReplyDeleteGlad you got a chat into the American, and say hi to Florida Mom for me! Still thoroughly amused that we convinced her that we went pub crawling on Friday night :P
Also, second post at 11:11.
ReplyDeleteI was waiting to see how long it took you to notice that :P
ReplyDeleteWas a bit slow... But I got it!
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