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self-inflicted brain death

this is eight. i’m updating. soon, i will have no time since i will be writing a short novel at all times. it has to be 72-120 pages long, though it can be longer. i have no ideas on what to write but i’m thinking dysfunctional family story. i’m at gene’s apartment which is hot and full of nerds for no apparent reason. i want to go back to my place and take a shower and clean the juicer and sleep until it’s dark outside. it is really hot here. i think i have reading for existentialism which is tomorrow… i was supposed to read the glass menagerie but i couldn’t find a copy of it so i am going to read the cliff notes. that’s for play directing.. which is a short class in which i have to be around a lot of people who want to be in the spotlight. i am comparatively very quiet and shy. gene is reading the Hero book.. some old p&p rpg. we’re the presidents of nerd club so we have this big box of nerdy books. gene said the box was covered in cookie crumbs and condoms when he found it.

weird. yeah.

i’m going to leave gene’s ridiculous hot apartment now.

-kait