Thursday, December 21, 2006

Day whatever

This is slow going now. Lots of other things demanding my attention but also when i can sit down and work on ths thing, it's moving slowly and not flying from my fingers as I wished it were.

Word count: 11740

1st paragraph of the day:

Then I looked at the fucking mess my roommates had made of our living room and I got pissed. I put on a Sad Fingers cd—the only one they ever made—and I started cleaning up. The floor was littered with beer cans, fast food wrappers, socks, a shirt or two, a pair of boxers. I got a big garbage bag and filled it with the contents of the floor. When it was full, I filled another one. I started to sing where the lyrics were supposed to be.

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