May 6th, 2002



I've got four pages, which means I'm not writing anywhere nearly as quickly as I need to be.
  • Current Mood
    tired tired

I survived (just barely)

I made it.

It was thirteen pages. I don't know if it was any good, and right now I don't particularly care.

My stomach is rebelling from ingesting food for the first time in 19 hours. (Greasy Chik-Fil-A, no less.)

The rest of me is rebelling from not having slept for 28 hours.

Could somebody nurture me, please?
  • Current Music
    "Who Needs Sleep" -- Barenaked Ladies