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Behold, the art of time suckage: let me show you it
This entry has absolutely no point other than me popping back in to say that Samuel Barber + Philip Glass totes worked to break my writer's block. The first section of my fic is done. I'm sure I'll mess with it more, but it's at least done-ish. That should be a good sign for me starting on the next part tomorrow (technically "today", but whatev. When I don't need to be awake during the day, I pretty much become an owl).
It's as good a reason as any to get out of bed every day.
In celebration, I'll leave you all with one final song of the night. Don't front, you know this is Brennan's theme song for all her booty call bugaboos that juuuuuuust couldn't quite make the cut over the years (hate the game, not the playa', fool! Ha):
It's as good a reason as any to get out of bed every day.
In celebration, I'll leave you all with one final song of the night. Don't front, you know this is Brennan's theme song for all her booty call bugaboos that juuuuuuust couldn't quite make the cut over the years (hate the game, not the playa', fool! Ha):