I never do anything interesting, what are you talking about?

Instead of going to fencing practice, where it is hot out (and I've been hot and out all day already...) I cleaned more rust off my poor sword, oiled it, and did some footwork and stabbing of the wall in the basement, where it is almost sort of cool. I should do more later, too.

Instead of going to lunch at Chicken Out with the rest of the crew, I went to the coffee shop down the street from the cemetery and wrote most of a plot outline. It involves the posibility of a part 2, which might even make the story more like novel length. We shall see. Unfortunately, it fails to include the vital information I need to finishe the next paragraph.

Instead of going to Alchemy tonight, I am going to type things and pretend I sleep. I ought to sew, too, but I think that's not likely to happen.

And I was horribly rude to TR when he asked was I absolutely sure I was ok and explained that I just don't like being asked if I'm ok all the time. I mean, if I need something, I'll go ask for it, right? He doesn't have to check on me every half hour and interrupt my train of thought while I'm trying to write down photo numbers or something. Sheesh!