Aug 19. Man. Must waste time off the net, for once.
Aug. 19. Achtung Baby, you're still really brilliant.
Aug. 21. Ansarap matulog.
Aug. 23. Aaand it's time to call it a day. Good night, insomniacs and daysleepers.
Aug. 23. The writing process, for me, is usually like solving a nicely challenging puzzle; I like that words and sentences are like pieces that fall into place to convey thoughts and ideas precisely.
Sometimes, though, it's like forcefully wringing yourself to cough up words that don't want to come out.
Sometimes, though, it's like forcefully wringing yourself to cough up words that don't want to come out.
Aug. 23. Lost a couple of pounds, probably as a result of working out, eating less, and getting sick. But not in that order. Projectile vomiting is unsexy.
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