Maybe I spoke too harshly about my group. We're just late to the party, even when it's our own. We went to celebrate my friend's birthday with an outing to Wing Stop. I got ten wings, five hickory smoked BBQ and five lemon pepper--both boneless, with a side of fries. Not bad.
On the many TV screens mounted there, I watched the Lakers lose against the Jazz. Hell yeah, keep the tank alive. As we ate, we talked mostly about games. Even though we all have PCs, we don't have a game that we can play together in. Some play Borderlands, some play League, some play Hearthstone--it's a mess. We're spread out everywhere.
Before getting home, I got Starbucks. That might be the reason I stayed up so late at night. We played some Borderlands to close out the night. I caught up on my manga and earlier in the day, I did some work on the epilogue for Hotel Hearts. I'm probably one or two pages away from completing the first draft. There are many things that annoy me in it. Good thing I'm keeping it short.
I've been listening to this YouTube playlist for the past week. It's really relaxing and uplifting stuff. I finally found the genre that I'd classify Sigur Ros in: post rock.
My fellow writers have been slacking off in their writing ventures. I suppose one can't foresee the future, but that is precisely why I put my work in early. Deadlines exist for a reason!
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