I got a thousand words. Exactly. Hah, and it’s a totally complete story too. Except there is so much missing, I’m afraid the meaning is either not clear or else exactly the opposite of what I intended. Still, I have some good material. Sort of. I saved the stuff I cut out, for later. There’s also some stuff in there that could still be economized, but I wonder if I should leave that for the graded revision. Mwahaha (also he told us not to turn in a finished story, so I’m well within the boundaries of my instructions.)
I still think it’s hilarious that I wrote exactly a thousand words. One of my reading responses was six hundred sixty-six words long, which also amuses me. You know what I should do next? Write it in iambic pentameter, then delete the line divisions. See if anyone notices. Or haiku. I got some haikus about pasta taking over the world. I could rewrite them slightly. Again, line divisions removed. I am feeling so devious right now. It’s probably the sleep deprivation, but I prefer to think that I am brilliant and these are merely my latest stunning ideas for subversion. Or not. Whatever.
Got laundry in right now. Good thing I don’t have to be up early tomorrow, or else I would have to wear dirty pants and I have learned that that is a bad idea.
I also need to start writing things down when I think of them. I had a word pop into my head that was completely hilarious, and then I added “My perspicacity is threatened!” which I swear made it even funnier, only I can’t remember what the word was and now it’s lame. Actually, maybe it isn’t such a bad thing that I didn’t write it down.
One in the morning is totally the wrong time to be hyper. Somebody please tell my body this. Oh well, have a song