My first ever Writing.com journal. |
caught my white whale, finally, three days ahead of schedule. i now have the assurance that my upgrade won't run out on thursday, but am lacking the sense of purpose that came from logging on every day knowing i needed to earn whatever number of gps. i also miss having six figures in my account. i think i'm more materialistic about gift points than i am about anything that exists in the real world. anyway, yay, now i can slow down on the reviewing (which actually was a good experience; i discovered a bunch of gorgeous poetry and a lot of really fun angry rants about hate-raters) and get back to actually writing things, until early september, at which point i'll probably jump back into panic mode. endless thanks to susannah and highly evolved, for brightening my yesterday with their generosity. i really wasn't trying to solicit gps, hence i immediately returned them, but i appreciated the sentiment, and the song. much love, guys. next time you need something, ask me first. i am tired. i thought about taking that survey again, now that i'm in a shitty mood. in any event you'd get better answers. ah well. will start afresh tomorrow. |