sunday night i baked a cake. my roommate A-- was out of town and i was so bored i had to bake something. so i baked and frosted a cake. but that's not the point of this story.
later that night i watched the sci-fi channel documentary about m. night shamalama...you know. and it totally scared the crap out of me. i had to turn on every light in the apartment.
they rebroadcast it last night and i taped it. so very lame.
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yesterday i put in a solid 7 hours of writing (another slow week at work, it seems) and the Worst Romance Novel Ever is rolling along steadily.
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