Okay. I'm calmer now. Painkillers are goood. I'm... actually hot. I'm rolling up my sleeves and my trouser legs. My hands are sweating as I type this. Maybe part of it is the cold (the disease, not temp). It probably is. Still, It's 60s outside. Why must I be sick at such a gorgeous time like this?
Meanwhile, I still haven't done any of the humongous heap of reading I have to do and I haven't written anything since two days ago. But I am having smutty thoughts. That's something.
I have a question. If I posted a smutty (or non-smutty) piece from the novel I'm working on, would any of you read it? Just curious.
Meanwhile, I still haven't done any of the humongous heap of reading I have to do and I haven't written anything since two days ago. But I am having smutty thoughts. That's something.
I have a question. If I posted a smutty (or non-smutty) piece from the novel I'm working on, would any of you read it? Just curious.
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I'll read it when I'm done with my thesis (which SHALL NE THIS WEEKEEEEEEENNNNDDDD!!!!)
Smut is fine. Non smut is too.
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Congrats on finally being near the end! Let's see how mine goes. Although the professors keep telling us not to worry about that yet, but about the essays we have due on Novemeber (three on the same day).