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So, I'm sick. It's yucky. I don't like being sick. It's a cold, the kind that sets up camp in your head and drums constantly on your forehead from the inside. My throat doesn't hurt too badly, though I am coughing quite a bit, and I do sneeze occasionally, but it's mainly fatigue and achyness. Meh.

An unexpected side benefit of this was that I went to bed at MIDNIGHT last night. To be accurate, 11:59 PM!! I don't think I've been to bed in the PM hours for several months. It was crazy, and then I slept until 10 AM. 10 hours of sleep!! That's more than I usually get even on the weekends. Lately, that is. craaaazy. It was really helpful to not feel exhausted today, because feeling sick was bad enough. Being alert for a change is nice! Maybe I'll take up the bed-before-3-thing as a habit. :P

I'm not in bed yet (it's 12:45) because Michelle and I just finished watching SIX episodes of Queer as Folk!! It's so fun to be watching them again. I haven't seen any of the storylines besides Brian and Justin's since the first time I watched (over a year ago - I started watching about halfway through my senior year, I think). It's just really fun reliving it all again. We watched 102-107. Awww baby Justin *pets* Whoreish Brian *licks* (OMG ARMS AND TORSO AND ASS AND HE IS THE HOTTEST THING ON LEGS) Queeny Emmett *snuggles* Wide-eyed Mikey *hugs* Empathetic Jennifer *sympathizes* and aw I just love them all.

Why is everyone leaving this weekend?!?! Seriously, it seems like half the campus is taking off. Sara, Jill, Sean, Casey, Jess, Sarah, and apparently all of Jcrew (a club Jill's in) and just SO. MANY. PEOPLE. It's weeeeeird.

I just found out that my supervisor at work is gay, and that his partner works in the library too. Awwww. I LOVE my supervisor, he's cool, funny, laid back, kind, just an awesome guy. And aw.

Original fic: "Nowhere and Everywhere", PG, 460 words

Okay, this one requires a bit of explanation. I'm taking a class called Experimental Fiction, and right now we're learning about the Oulipian movement, a French literary movement that's still going on. Basically what they do is devise constraints to write by. They're often very precise and extreme, creating writing that seems strange and a bit unnatural, perhaps nonsensical, but that has merit nonetheless. We were assigned to either choose a constraint or create one of our own, then write a short fictional piece under that constraint. This is what I did:

I opened the short story Brokeback Mountain (I have it in bound form, by itself) and wrote down the "important" words (that is, nouns, adjectives, verbs, not articles and prepositions) from the first line of every page, in order, so each line of the list had the words from one page (for example, "cold/flames/twisting/poking"). Then I decided that every sentence in my story would have at least one word from this list, and at least one word from each line of the list would be used in the story. Um. It makes sense in my head, does it in yours? :P Anyway, it's not essential to know that, but I think it's interesting. So here's the story.

Title: Nowhere and Everywhere
Author: Anne (starsouls1013)
Rating: PG
Length: 460 words
Feedback: As always, dearly cherished.
Summary: Reminiscences of a summer spent with a brother.

( We lost ourselves out there, that summer... )