I haven't been writing lately as a subtle way of snubbing both my creative writing teacher and Jonathan Franzen-- my creative writing teacher because she sucks (which is to say that she assumes the role of a person of authority when it comes to judging writing... she is not), and Jonathan Franzen because of how bad I thought The Corrections was. The initial torture I had him endure was to be alive in a world that included me taking forever to finish his crappy book. Got him!
Anyways, that's about it, which makes me think I'm not doing much writing because I haven't been doing much thinking. Hm...
Well, I have a working motorcycle now, which is very cool. Actually, it's no longer working. It was great for the first day or two, now it's running on one (of two) cylinders. No bueno. Will's coming over tonight to help fix the problem, though.
So that's my life. Oh, and I met with Millie on Sunday. She's great, hopefully I can find some time to practice what she recommended I work on. Besides that... nothing. Florida for Christmas, maybe Urbana for Halloween.
Scooters normally run on one cylinder. This is worth knowing if your mechanic is Will's friend Eric, who supposedly diagnoses scooters with the line, "There's your problem: she's only firing on one cylinder!"
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