Not that I did washing today, it was just a wash. For not having a single thing really on my agenda except preparing for the parents' arrival, I got shamefully little done. I did recently post my first review on Your Next Favorite Book Report, but Liz posted on top of me because she hates Virginia Woolf, lighthouses, and especially yours truly. I'm poking and prodding at a number of other small-medium range pieces and ideas, but I think the hour and a half of solid criticism I received yesterday was enough to put me off a large feat of writing for just a little while.
The parents will be here in 12 hours-- I don't know what that will do to the drink count, so check back. It may be a lot of goose eggs, or it might be through the bloody roof. We shall see.
Drink Count: 6
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hey now. I like light houses. and virginia woolf. you, on the other hand, well... just kidding. sorry for bogarting your thunder, buddy.
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