It was six o'clock and she should really be starting her homework.
She was a little hungry, but having actually eaten lunch that day she decided to put it off.
She surfed the internet, catching up on the threads she missed while in class. An interesting discussion on fandom, another on pairings. Oh, look, a new chapter in her inbox.
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It was seven o'clock and she should really be starting her homework.
But this link in a review was interesting, and her best friend back home was sharing the official footage of him running a red light. She was hungrier than before, but she didn't get up.
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It was eight thirty and she should really be starting her homework.
She opened a pack of toast-cheez peanut butter crackers. Oh, Woot is having a Woot-off. And where can she find other albums by the Morning Benders? Oh, this isn't downloading, there's no one seeding right now.
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It was eight forty-five and she made an attempt to start her homework.
She opened to a fresh page in her graph paper/math notebook, sketched a diamond, inscribed a narwhal curled within. She changed the dimensions a bit. She decided to go to Rite Aid and finally get that plunger to finally fix that clogged toilet.
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It was nine fifteen and she had forgotten about her homework.
The toilet was too clogged, the plunger wasn't enough. She would email maintenance about it, and mention the hole they had left in the side access that prevented her from getting her bike out. She washed her microwave pot and made Spaghetti-Os, added way too much sprinkle cheese and shredded cheese. She opened the four-pack of Red Bull, intending to crack down on her homework.
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It was ten o'clock and she really was starting her homework.
Shortly after laying out a quick diamond-pattern, she opened the Red Bull.
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aaaaand it was at about that point that i focused on actually doing my homework, as opposed to writing about not doing my homework. this won't be finished, and that's okay. i finished the project around 3 and went to bed. and here's what i did:
