delga | { don't want to love you if you don't love me. }

For those of you still paying attention, I'm c.1000 in, have c.1000 words to go and I still don't know what my essay is about. In fact, I do believe I just came up with my very own film theory. ! I have to finish writing this bitch and then I have to type it up. My head hurts at the thought.

Spoke to The Sister and The Mother tonight, and I sold a book so yay, monies. Got an email from Threadless to tell me that my t-shirts are on their way. I am curiously zen at the moment. I really want to ditch the essay and watch the last Grey's, or even the Prison Break episode that aired in the UK tonight, but I can't. Must. Do. Essay. ~~MUST. RESIST. SUICIDE. IMPULSE.~~ This is boooooring, yo.

edit: Have caught myself telling The Sister, "I don't know what that means," every time she says something I don't understand/have patience for. Heh.

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*grins like daft Bones fanchild*

No, no suiciding. I forbid it.

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(How's that for fragmented commenting? *slinks back to movie playing in background*)