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Well, today was fun and pointless. But now it is Tonight and want to Go Do Something. Dissatisfaction always sets in around now. The day I can while away in my room reading and not see another soul and be perfectly fine, but when darkness descends... oh, the wanderlust! In the dark I cannot see the distance between here and Savannah.

I swear, I am a Child of the Night in the body of a Daughter of Day.

Or maybe I just should have never picked up the Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles in eighth grade, 'cos it's all been downhill from there.

And now I shall go off on a futile Quest to Find Something Interesting To Do.

-Claudia

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I have a random urge to write love letters. Which is exceedingly odd, especially considering a) I hate sappy romantic writing, b) I am utterly incapable of writing anything sappy and romantic, largely because of how much I dislike it, and c) I generally suck at letter writing. Oh, and d) I don't have mailing addresses for pretty much anyone. (Nor return address labels for myself....)

So I'm going to go off and write stuff in my paper diary, where it doesn't really matter if things get exceedingly off-topic and/or love-letter-y, because nobody gets to read that unless I specifically show them anything in it. And when I do that I usually type it up and edit it first.

Oh, well.

-Claudia