Well, I broke another unspoken rule tonight. I went to an eating establishment by myself! I went to Mozart's to write and listen to music. The musician was mediocre at best, but it was pretty amusing to hear her sing "leavin' on a jet plane" while I drank hot cocoa and wrote. That's right. I brought along a notebook and worked on my story. I'm combining Fat Grackle and another story, Firebrand, in the hopes that I'll finish something. So picture this: I'm hanging out in a coffee house by myself, writing, and listening to music. I'm so friggin' artistic. It was fun, and it was a really nice night. Now I'm going through the painstaking process of typing in everything I wrote.
By the way, like my new picture? I was reading other journals, and getting pissed that hardly anyone had their real pictures up. "What are they afraid of?", I thought to myself. And then I realized that I didn't have my own picture up, so I should stop bitching. So that has been remedied.
I would also like to apologize for writing so much. Hope no one minds. You'd be REALLY swamped if you could read all my "private" entries. :)