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bending_sickleIt's near 2 pm and I'm just starting the day. (Well, I read some NC-17 RPF with breakfast, but that's not actually "starting" the day.)
I'm all prettified and booted-up, my purse is stocked up with a travel guide, The Well of Lost Plots and my writing notebook (because I think I'm finally out of my Hero's Manual funk), as well as my camera and an apple. I've got the rest of American Gods on my trusty 'Pod, though the earphones are lame KLM "souvenirs" because my actually earphones have died on the left-side.
My plan? Shimmy off to Amsterdam - whiling away the train ride with some creativity - and check out some touristy neighbourhods. Maybe a coffeshop-stop will be included, where I'll accompany fod with a little more creativity. Then 'round 5 pm, Gregorian chant. Then some more wandering, culminating in motion sickness c/o Cloverfield.
What I'll probably do? Wander around the same old pedestrian streets as always, listen to some Gregorian chant, wander around some more, utterly fail to find a decent coffe place, and the waltz on back home, hungry and tired.
And I am typing this instead of actually doing it because... I got nothin'.
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rex_dart, here. It's true!
I'm all prettified and booted-up, my purse is stocked up with a travel guide, The Well of Lost Plots and my writing notebook (because I think I'm finally out of my Hero's Manual funk), as well as my camera and an apple. I've got the rest of American Gods on my trusty 'Pod, though the earphones are lame KLM "souvenirs" because my actually earphones have died on the left-side.
My plan? Shimmy off to Amsterdam - whiling away the train ride with some creativity - and check out some touristy neighbourhods. Maybe a coffeshop-stop will be included, where I'll accompany fod with a little more creativity. Then 'round 5 pm, Gregorian chant. Then some more wandering, culminating in motion sickness c/o Cloverfield.
What I'll probably do? Wander around the same old pedestrian streets as always, listen to some Gregorian chant, wander around some more, utterly fail to find a decent coffe place, and the waltz on back home, hungry and tired.
And I am typing this instead of actually doing it because... I got nothin'.
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rex_dart, here. It's true!
