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x_losOccasionally I pity my roommate. You may remember that for the Love Is In The Water short story project I dragged home a load of books on Wales and shipbuilding/seafaring in the 1600s-late 1800s. I was puzzling over how to get characters in a post-Apocalypse setting to use wooden boats. This is sci-fi, obviously. At 5:50 am I jumped up to giggle "Oil refineries! They can't refine the metal for advanced boats if they can't run a refinery, and who can refine metal without an oil based production system in this day and age, and if there's no oil?!" Poor kid has to put up with my shit.
Then again, he does keep me up with impromptu six person jam sessions in which he just HAS to reach the vocal gold hidden within Aby's scmaltzy lyrics tonite. I kind of love the creative energy, actually. And I'm happy the basis for the vague, drifting story finally arrived. I knew I stayed up this late for a reason.
Tomorrow I'm going to redo my hair and attend the garden party Jenna invited me to. Probably. Had nice time at hookah tonite with everyone. Alyssa may be really psychic at Battleship or kind of... not good. It's hard to decide.
Then again, he does keep me up with impromptu six person jam sessions in which he just HAS to reach the vocal gold hidden within Aby's scmaltzy lyrics tonite. I kind of love the creative energy, actually. And I'm happy the basis for the vague, drifting story finally arrived. I knew I stayed up this late for a reason.
Tomorrow I'm going to redo my hair and attend the garden party Jenna invited me to. Probably. Had nice time at hookah tonite with everyone. Alyssa may be really psychic at Battleship or kind of... not good. It's hard to decide.
