Thursday, April 17, 2003 Cocka-doodle
It's morning! Time for me to act like a rooster and just yell and yell and yell for no goddamned reason. I really just can't stress this enough: roosters start a-crowin' whenever the mood hits them. They don't wait for dawn, or anything like that.
I just put my penultimate Pravda to bed. We had very little content, so there were a lot of rather large photos this week.
As I type this, it's time for me to be getting home, but a friend I'd been out of touch with for a while just IM'd me. Last summer, we would stay up late working on our own projects in our own states (he lives somewhere godforsaken.), and type away at each other. He knows and cares more about philosophy than I do, and I know more fart jokes or something.
It was nice to have someone to type to when I was trying to copy my first draft onto the computer. I'd written it in longhand, partially to fool myself into thinking that *maybe* it was good. My handwriting is barely legible, even to me, so I couldn't glance at the last sentence or paragraph I'd written and wince.
Also, I hated feeling tied to a computer, especially in the summer, when it was nice out. I liked to be ablr to write anywhere I went. Re-typing it was such a bitch, though.
Ah, meeemories. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 4/17/2003 03:44:00 AM
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