Something is wrong with me - surely. I'm too hot in winter. Winter! My cheeks are absolutely boiling to touch, and I look like a freakin' tomato. So, I have a fan on my desk - which is currently blowing my fringe into my eyes which is causing me to squint to type.
I just pushed it out of my eyes.
Now I'm going to see how far I can get with this journal before it goes back to it's habit of disrupting my view.
So, my new addiction - journals.
Yay!
I don't know, but I have some form of an urge to write a journal. It's my second journal in two days.
Again, something must be wrong with me. I never write journals.
I'm going to see how long it takes until I delete them.
-squints-
Stupid hair.
Stupid weather.
Stupid body thermometer.
I'm contemplating attempting my one shot again. I'd like to write, but I'm not sure if I have the motivation to. I'm hoping this journal may change my mind and put it back on the path.
I'm actually rather cold now, so I think I'll switch the fan off.
You have no idea how many tries it took me to spell fan than.
Dan every time. ^^
So, I think I'll stop babbling on now.
And throw this fan against the wall.
And maybe my head, while I'm at it.
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