i’m sitting here in playwriting class, and we now have two hours to work on our scripts. but suddenly it struck me that i have wireless service here! i could spend this whole two hours looking things up online if i wanted to! i mean, i’m sitting here in my chair, the professor isn’t going to come around and see if we’re writing, because he can see that we’re writing…but i’d better slow down my speed here, if he was paying any attention he’d know that a person couldn’t be writing a play this quickly.
i’m going to work now.
right now.
here i go.
ok then,
grace, continuing to be bad.
p.s. the flourescent lighting in here is really not conducive to being inspired to do any playwriting whatsoever.