Gifts
I didn't get very far with Werbel last time I wrote, but I did write!
I've been reading more, and I get the solid impression that more reading inclines me toward more activity in general — including writing.
Right now I'm drinking tea though. I also want to eat something. I think I had brunch at 11. It's almost 4. I want Nutella and Reese's cups. I would like a day job too. Tutoring is one of my favorite occupations: I get to teach stuff to individual students, and the wage is relatively handsome. I say relatively because the hourly wage is high, but the hours are few. At my highest, I've had roughly 20 hours of tutoring. On average, I'd say 10 to 12. Always better than 0.
Most I have yawns. I don't move enough. I try to play frisbee. I barely exercise. I wouldn't say that I'm a full-fledged American yet, but I'm getting slightly sluggish.
My computer is old. It's space bar and m key no longer work. I now use a bluetooth keyboard. I've been given so many gifts. I like gifts. Most of my possessions are gifts. Technically, all of my possessions are gifts from God. However, even according to the common human, many of my possessions are still gifts. I don't mind gifts. I deserve death in hell, so having been given most everything doesn't make me feel some strange lack of manhood or something. I've occasionally gotten the impression that people want to feel like they earned their own stuff. Like I said, I earned death in hell. Barring that, everything is a gift anyway.
I tried to complain, but God is gracious and merciful.
I'm not actually getting fat, but I'm getting fat compared to my teenage self. Does that count? I don't think it counts. Whatevs.
It's going to take me forever to write Tetraearth. I have to finish Werbel, then I have to finish at least one more book as practice. I'm guessing it'll have to be two more books after Werbel before I'm properly warmed up. Ugh. I just want to be a famous author now so that I can go create all the crazy and/or useful things. I made a cool jeans-pocket utensil-holding hanging thing. I hated the utensils clogging the tiny holder, so I made the thingy. It seems that much of my best work occurs when something's in my way: cleaning, crafting, etc.
I bit my cheek accidentally today. The blood tasted like an old penny. I like the coppery taste.
I got Grandia II for Dreamcast today! I haven't played it yet, but I'm excited; it was such a classy game. "Beast-Fang Cut!"
Snack time.
I've been reading more, and I get the solid impression that more reading inclines me toward more activity in general — including writing.
Right now I'm drinking tea though. I also want to eat something. I think I had brunch at 11. It's almost 4. I want Nutella and Reese's cups. I would like a day job too. Tutoring is one of my favorite occupations: I get to teach stuff to individual students, and the wage is relatively handsome. I say relatively because the hourly wage is high, but the hours are few. At my highest, I've had roughly 20 hours of tutoring. On average, I'd say 10 to 12. Always better than 0.
Most I have yawns. I don't move enough. I try to play frisbee. I barely exercise. I wouldn't say that I'm a full-fledged American yet, but I'm getting slightly sluggish.
My computer is old. It's space bar and m key no longer work. I now use a bluetooth keyboard. I've been given so many gifts. I like gifts. Most of my possessions are gifts. Technically, all of my possessions are gifts from God. However, even according to the common human, many of my possessions are still gifts. I don't mind gifts. I deserve death in hell, so having been given most everything doesn't make me feel some strange lack of manhood or something. I've occasionally gotten the impression that people want to feel like they earned their own stuff. Like I said, I earned death in hell. Barring that, everything is a gift anyway.
I tried to complain, but God is gracious and merciful.
I'm not actually getting fat, but I'm getting fat compared to my teenage self. Does that count? I don't think it counts. Whatevs.
It's going to take me forever to write Tetraearth. I have to finish Werbel, then I have to finish at least one more book as practice. I'm guessing it'll have to be two more books after Werbel before I'm properly warmed up. Ugh. I just want to be a famous author now so that I can go create all the crazy and/or useful things. I made a cool jeans-pocket utensil-holding hanging thing. I hated the utensils clogging the tiny holder, so I made the thingy. It seems that much of my best work occurs when something's in my way: cleaning, crafting, etc.
I bit my cheek accidentally today. The blood tasted like an old penny. I like the coppery taste.
I got Grandia II for Dreamcast today! I haven't played it yet, but I'm excited; it was such a classy game. "Beast-Fang Cut!"
Snack time.
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