picked a handful of violets in my name

Short story is due Tuesday. I meant to turn in Blood Is Sweeter, but the story I have wound up writing is set a few years earlier than Blood Is Sweeter (and a few years after other stuff I'm working on), and could possibly be soundtracked exclusively by Cobra Starship (in fact, I may title it The City Is At War).

Word count: 2236
Page count: 8/~15
Plot: Sam and Al have met and are flirting. Soon to come: a lunch not-really-a-date, a party that makes the papers, a parental freakout, a lunch really-is-a-date, angst and makeouts.

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In other writing news, here's the tentative dramatis personae for the story tentatively titled Warped Omens.

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My new rule of thumb for laptops is: each new laptop's hard drive should be at least 5 times larger than its predecessor's. Current iBook (aka SATAN) has a hard drive 4 times bigger than First iBook, and I have run out of room with over a year left of my extended warranty. *headdesk*

I wrote my composition for Italian this morning, on no breakfast and not enough sleep. I had to google "so" and "same" for fuck's sake. So glad my job interview had to be rescheduled, not so glad that this delays gainful employment of me for at least a few days.

Apparently today is World Mental Health Day or something. Um. Thank god for the posts about it on my flist, otherwise I might've walked out of the house sans crazymeds. Speaking of which, I've been instructed to actually carry some Wellbutrin with me, in case I am out later than I expect or (far more likely) forget to take the morning dose and only realize it when the train pulls into Aquarium and I'm already running five minutes late to class.

To summarize:
Things Sofia's brain is good at: writing, remembering certain kinds of trivia and also song lyrics, keeping Sofia entertained when the outside world fails to do so, coordinating cute outfits.
Things Sofia's brain is bad at: interpersonal relationships, remembering anything that Sofia did more than two seconds but less than two weeks ago, remembering anything that Sofia did more than five years ago, maintaining happymaking levels of brain chemicals without assistance.

ETA: Tell me I'm a bad bad man this is a bad bad idea.