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More of the dusty road.
February 11, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 250.
Words total: 15,900.
Reason for stopping: It's late, and I don't want to screw up my sleep schedule.
Darling du Jour: The tails of his soft-check shirt slopped over both thighs: the one angled down, bent-knee, to rest normal on the floor; the one stretched straight out, heel resting on the chair opposite, in a way that once would have been a sharp discourtesy.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: She still doesn't like rude, which is funny considering how much she's talking about what's good manners and what isn't.
Mean Things: Hallie really is perenially crabby. I mean, she has reasons, but crab crab crab.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Lynn Coady, The Antagonist.
This is a cursory obligatory page of fiction, for a day when I was mostly out with friends eating food (first brunch at Barque, and might I add oh my god blueberry pancakes with smoked duck on them what is this magic; then later, extremely vegetarian dinner at Fresh). It was pretty cold out today. This was a good day to mostly spend inside places, restaurants and people's apartments and such, eating food with one's friends.
I feel good that things are at a point where even if I start at midnight, I get, at least, my page.
Goodnight, internet.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 250.
Words total: 15,900.
Reason for stopping: It's late, and I don't want to screw up my sleep schedule.
Darling du Jour: The tails of his soft-check shirt slopped over both thighs: the one angled down, bent-knee, to rest normal on the floor; the one stretched straight out, heel resting on the chair opposite, in a way that once would have been a sharp discourtesy.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: She still doesn't like rude, which is funny considering how much she's talking about what's good manners and what isn't.
Mean Things: Hallie really is perenially crabby. I mean, she has reasons, but crab crab crab.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Lynn Coady, The Antagonist.
This is a cursory obligatory page of fiction, for a day when I was mostly out with friends eating food (first brunch at Barque, and might I add oh my god blueberry pancakes with smoked duck on them what is this magic; then later, extremely vegetarian dinner at Fresh). It was pretty cold out today. This was a good day to mostly spend inside places, restaurants and people's apartments and such, eating food with one's friends.
I feel good that things are at a point where even if I start at midnight, I get, at least, my page.
Goodnight, internet.
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