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now that i'm exhausted i feel a spark of intense desire to write. although still no clear idea of how the story's supposed to end or even how the next scene is supposed to begin.

there's a fine downy coat of white on my black sweatpants. yes, thank you, lily.

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we forgot to get milk yesterday and i'm dying for hot cocoa.

:royal pout:

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wax is watching late west wing and just the overheard bits of it give me so much pain.  it's, like, practically on a par with the o.c.

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead caps, installment 5

from the trapdoor which ros and guil fall through through the "have you ever thought of yourself as dead, in a box, with a lid on it" scene.  163 caps in a zip file.

zip  and in case it runs out a mirror

( sixteen sample caps )

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hollsk, here's a snarky recap of million dollar baby.

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i'm tired and somehow numb.  i'm not sleepy enough to go to bed but i'm too sleepy to start writing for the day, and i know it's already late enough that i won't get enough sleep.