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We were visited by a pair of over-partied potheads last night, who claimed they'd been wandering the hall for the last 45 minutes trying to find the bathroom. They didn't seem to need it too badly, though, 'cause they then stayed and chatted with us for half an hour or so. This was, mind you, at about 2 in the morning. And neither of us had ever seen them before. So that was... interesting. I ran around the room with air-freshener after they left, but more out of principle than any real annoyance, I think.

As for today, I've spent most of my time writing, since my work was canceled on arrival. Very nice, although some of the scenes I've been working on have been quite draining and emotionally complex. Hah--had you fooled into thinking I was working on *schoolwork* there for a minute, didn't I? As if!

Fortunately, there's tomorrow to work on my paper for history... and my french homework... and my astronomy homework... and stuff for Dragon's Pen............

Gods, I'm screwed. Oh, well. *Smiles cheerfully* The story is worth it.

Quote of the day: "This scene is pretty much me forcing him to tread the fine line between 'ding-dong the witch is dead' and 'you killed my father, you bitch.'"
~Me, describing a scene I was getting ready to write.