Yesterday's word count was 5294 words. The most I've ever written in one day, ever. I am not sure I accurately remember what drugs feel like, as it's been 13 years, but cranking on the book feels like drugs. Or maybe this is what college is like? I live at my desk, day five in the same t-shirt, too little sleep, caffeinated within an inch "tripping", listening to Led Zeppelin IV for 8 hours in a row (with "Stairway" replaced by "Good Times, Bad Times"--much better that way). I am unwilling to talk to you unless you can tell me what I need to know Billy Preston. It's finals week here at my house except I'm trying to write a bible. I have never been so in love with my life.
Today's hot news, and somehow I forget every summer until the day it wakes me up: I live in the exact flight path of the multi-day air and water show. How well does blasting "Black Dog" cover up the scream of the trios of fighter jets passing every 8-12 minutes? I WILL SOON FIND OUT.Posted by Jessica at August 14, 2008 12:37 PM | TrackBack