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Ha ha, cookies on dowels.

Last week was a great week. And I still just as good about this week as I did about last week. I think it's going to be a great week. This and every week. Forever. It's just intuition.

I didn't realize that the cord to my headphones was, like, twelve feet long. It's just insane. I had to coil it up and then tie it so it wouldn't get tangled up in everything.

I had a long conversation last night with a friend about the zombie apocalypse. And I realized that we're not ready for it. When the zombies come, we're all going to panic and probably die. Which is not okay. The thing I took away from it was inspiration to go back and take a look at my zombie story. I was planning to work on it this weekend but I got distracted by other things.

But no longer!

Today I'm going to sit down for at least a couple of hours and work on it. It's been simmering in the back of my mind for months now. I've been stuck at this one part, which is why I stopped writing it. I think it was because I was trying too hard. I tried to force a scene and situation instead of sitting back and watching it happen. So the solution is to start over and just let things happen. I can only shape the environment, not what the characters do.

I got a flu shot and a haircut this weekend. And I actually had conversations with the people I had to interact with. I was open and outgoing and social and all kinds of other good things. It was a struggle, but I pulled it off. Which is a big step forward. I think the trick is just to not care what people think. To just do stuff and have a devil-may-care, totally cavalier attitude about everything in general. It's definitely fun, but difficult to keep up.

But, I mean, you know.

My high school homecoming is coming up. I've never really known what the deal is with homecoming. You just go back and stand around? "Hey, yeah, I graduated from high school a few years ago. Pretty...cool." Pay money and watch a football game that you're not really too interested in? I guess.

I'm really excited for Halloween this year, though. I just have to figure out what to dress up as. I can worry about that later. I'm just excited that I won't be wasting my Halloween this time.

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