Another Day…

The Deathtrap will be aligned. The Deathtrap will be repaired. The Deathtrap will send me closer to bankruptcy.

Right now, my van is sitting at Accurate Alignment in Appleton. I took it in yesterday, for what was supposed to be an hour-long appointment, and they had to keep it overnight. The bill they showed me was already steep; I hope it included labor…

They just called me again, just now. I'm not paying an extra $200.

I used way too many ellipses (that is, I used ellipses) in the story I'm working on right now. I felt so dirty and sentimental…

Hah. Anyways, I got a ride back from an Accurate Alignment employee named Brian, who'd been to Brainerd a few times on business. That's the best job I think I've ever done of talking to a complete stranger- we chatted about the weather and traded Sven and Olie jokes on the way back to campus.

I made it back to campus, and to Fiction Writing class, just in time. We got into a big debate, started--of course--by The Staggering Genius ("his comments are getting worse," Miss Bates later observed, dryly). Everything he asks is so broad. He should just take the first noun in his ramblings, stick a question mark behind it, and cut the rest. It took him five minutes to ask "Dialogue?"

If he wants to make a point, he should do the same as above, replacing the question mark with an exclamation point.

Roy the Effeminate Heterosexual put a lot of work into his story, Kissing in the Dark with his Eyes Closed, and everyone liked it. We all admitted that Gay Erotica wasn't our genre of choice, shot down some complaints from The Sentimentalist (Miss Bates and I share credit for that kill), and went on to gush about the story.

At one point Dintenfass yelled:
You people are brainwashed out of your basic emotions!

Well, after that class (which ended with a discussion of the whimsical but unfortunately-titled A bug with a tail (not a tale)), I did homework for five hours, a new record for this year.