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Still at Lara's. Slept for some of the day. Watched, um, videos. *racks brain and fails to remember what* Read, um, The Last Resort, which, just, you can't keep track of who's who because it's just too insane and fucked up. But I'm oh-so-slightly tempted to start ficcing. But I'm not going to.
My favourite quote, though there were some other that came close:
This can't happen to me, he thought, I'm an American.
And died.
I helped Lara with an essay, at the Teaspoon.
Oh, yes, played with Jules a little. He has grown since I last saw him properly.
Hmm. Hum. Should probably go home at some point. Or write. I could write, I think. Though I'm a bit too not-awake to compose a coherent lj entry. But fic's easier because you don't have to think you just have to listen to the voices. Or something.
My favourite quote, though there were some other that came close:
This can't happen to me, he thought, I'm an American.
And died.
I helped Lara with an essay, at the Teaspoon.
Oh, yes, played with Jules a little. He has grown since I last saw him properly.
Hmm. Hum. Should probably go home at some point. Or write. I could write, I think. Though I'm a bit too not-awake to compose a coherent lj entry. But fic's easier because you don't have to think you just have to listen to the voices. Or something.