So I'm supposed to be writing everyday in order to feel like a 'writer'. Perhaps this means I should start using correct punctuation and/or spell check. Alas, if only I had shiny white mac. It may just be me, but I don't believe I'll feel quite like a writer until I can open the pages of a physical object and scream "LOOK MUM! LOOK! I WROTE THIS!" Which too, is akin to yearning for a macbook. Currently out of the question. Yesterday, I started a subject called Imagining the Real. Which is basically, a way of saying creative non fiction, in a way that appeals to students. Fortunately, this appeals to me under any giuse and I am now I slave to its requirements. Hence wordy post. Something perhaps more appealing is the fact that my computer stopped being uppity with me and managed to take on a few photos from my memory card. YAY. Back to this later. As now, I must actually attempt to get ready for work. Hating 9am starts. In the meantime, consume some Lula. all images of Lula scrapbook.
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