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Dec. 7th, 2004 06:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerAbout thirty pages of unedited eschatological/fantasy/horror slop (AKA: Blessed Be) 'cause Jenna-chan asked. Most of you have read parts of this. I'm posting it again 'cause I can.
My therapist has diagnosed me with reoccurring major depressive episodes. Isn't that nice? It means I'm going to get some really kick-ass drugs prescribed to me on Thursday when I go to see the head-shrinker.
My two new roommates still aren't here.
Life fuckin' sucks and I don't want to go to class. I want to curl up in a little ball and smash my head against something hard until I pass out. I feel like a real waste of space tonight.
Trying to get published. Sending off a short story that I wrote for Michele's class off to Flesh and Blood, a fantasy/horror mag. Seems like the place to start, anyway.
...I think that's all I've really got to say. Anything else would just be smacking an equine carcass around. Mmmm...dogfood.
My therapist has diagnosed me with reoccurring major depressive episodes. Isn't that nice? It means I'm going to get some really kick-ass drugs prescribed to me on Thursday when I go to see the head-shrinker.
My two new roommates still aren't here.
Life fuckin' sucks and I don't want to go to class. I want to curl up in a little ball and smash my head against something hard until I pass out. I feel like a real waste of space tonight.
Trying to get published. Sending off a short story that I wrote for Michele's class off to Flesh and Blood, a fantasy/horror mag. Seems like the place to start, anyway.
...I think that's all I've really got to say. Anything else would just be smacking an equine carcass around. Mmmm...dogfood.
