Well I guess it's best to be writing a non-fiction piece about LA wile in LA. I even drove past some of the places I mention in the story earlier today and late last night.
I told my sister I would pick her up from work last night at midnight over by USC. I insisted to myself that I would turn around and go straight home after I got her home, after all I had shit to do the next day. Lost of shit. But food and Target intervened and I ended up taking her to work and taking the 110 back to her house.
I've been sitting at her desk since I got back working diligently, mostly diligently on my story. On occasion Eddie Izzard causes problems with productivity, but that's okay he's an executive transvestite.
I have three more sections of my story to write and then I have the ADVENTURES OF ANNOYING FUCKING HIPSTERS to work on for Tuesday. I have two and a half hours to get this accomplished.
Oh and don't forget the critiques, gotta do that too.
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