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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Uncle Richard, me, and James Earl Jones - Tuesday, Apr. 04, 2006
So beautiful when the boy smiles - Sunday, Apr. 02, 2006
One way or another - Sunday, Dec. 25, 2005
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*sigh* Upwards of 21,000 words is a lot to type out. Even when you've got it sitting in front of you and you don't have to think of what you're writing. I've gotten about 12,900 words written, and I'm at somewhere around 23 pages, typed, single spaced.

My eyes are starting to go buggy and I can't feel my fingers. I think it's time to call it a night--I've been typing for nearly 5 hours straight. But of course I had to zip off an entry before I go to bed, right?

Will someone please give me permission just to blow off my papers for the rest of the month? I mean, my profs should be reasonably impressed if I hand them a 50,000 word novel at the end of the semester--wouldn't you be? I think I should write them all nice little notes telling them that I'm not going to hand in [name of paper] on [fill in the date]; instead, I'll give them a first edition copy of "It's Only Seven Days," hot off the presses, on December 5. The last day of classes before Christmas break. That gives me a few days to edit it, and...

You don't think it'll work? Why not?

Oy. You can tell I'm tired, can't you? Yeah, so can I. I'm going to bed. I just thought I'd entertain you by letting you in on some of my thoughts after I've spent all day alone with them. Let me tell you, that can be a scary place to be.
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