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I got home from work around three and and, after some failed attempts to read more of Dickens by Peter Ackroyd (160 pages and he still hasn't written a novel yet ...) decided to take a nap around 3:30-4:00.
I woke up at 7 p.m. after a bizarre dream that my town had created some sort of experimental theater and I was the semi-volunteer protagonist and got up into all these shenanigans with the local theater troupe.
Maybe I could use that for a NaNoWriMo novel. I don't know. I want to do it, but for some reason I haven't brought myself to sign up. I am getting letters for the New Jersey people, though. Maybe I should change that.
ETA: Dear Watchmen movie people,
I don't want to sound ungrateful, but can I have some acting next time?
Love,
Me
I woke up at 7 p.m. after a bizarre dream that my town had created some sort of experimental theater and I was the semi-volunteer protagonist and got up into all these shenanigans with the local theater troupe.
Maybe I could use that for a NaNoWriMo novel. I don't know. I want to do it, but for some reason I haven't brought myself to sign up. I am getting letters for the New Jersey people, though. Maybe I should change that.
ETA: Dear Watchmen movie people,
I don't want to sound ungrateful, but can I have some acting next time?
Love,
Me
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