Today has been somewhat productive. I filed my tax return, which means I should be getting back a cool one thousand dollars. That'll last me for three months--unless I go crazy in Vegas. With my unemployment benefits all but dried up, the stakes have been heightened, and I can't afford to slack off on my job hunt any longer.
I posted another chapter on my alter ego's account. I thought I hid myself well, but I was discovered by a fellow author. It's a lot harder than I thought to avoid detection. I suppose my style gives me away. Oh well, it's a dumping ground for my B-tier ideas. It's also a way to challenge myself and see how quick I can update a story that I'm making up on the fly. I'm keeping my word count low on purpose. That way, I can give each scene the attention it deserves.
I got a new blanket to sleep with. My old one hadn't been washed in more than a year. Yes, I like sleeping in my own filth. I'm disgusting like that.
I played some BF4 with my friend tonight. At first, I went 0-2 against the same piece of shit sniper camping on the back hills, but I once abandoned his pursuit, I really tore it up. I came out positive in every match. In terms of wins, I split: 2-2. I was able to shake off the rust quicker than usual.
And for the hell of it, I'm reading a series of short stories published before the turn of the century called The King in Yellow. It's supposed to be a precursor to H.P. Lovecraft's brand of strange tales. So far, it's talked about a play that drives people mad. Definitely my kind of shit.
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