coyotesuspect

Professor: I watched a man drown once.
Entire class: D: 
Professor: *chuckles as if reminiscing fondly*
Entire class: *jerks away from professor*
Professor: I don't know why I chuckled at that.
Entire class: . . .
Professor: *chuckles again*

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Mmm. School. Speaking of, guess what I'm not doing right now? That's right. School. Since yesterday I've written something like 5000 words of ridiculous J2 AU which is not any of the essays or fannish obligations I should be writing.

And, I'm just. I'm almost done. Maybe 1000 to another 2000 words, and it's been so long since I've actually written anything, let alone finished anything (hello oddly productive winter quarter!). That I don't even want to sleep, even though it actually hurts to look at my screen right now and I'll be incredibly busy the next two days because of the Art Festival.

So I'm breaking my hiatus to whine at you about my poor life decisions. Which are poor.

And I still can't write porn. Goddammit.

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ETA: Have a poem:

The Blue Boat

How late the daylight edges
toward the northern night
as though journeying
in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell

with, slung from its mast, a lantern
like our old idea of the soul

-Kathleen Jamie