In Which Claudia Switches Subcultures for a Nanosecond

IF YOU COULD SEE MY SOUL IT WOULD BE ONE BIG MASS OF SCAR TISSUE.

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In other news, I finished Dante's Inferno today, which means I'm rather pleased with myself. And I finally got around to watching Harold and Maude last night, which was exceedingly trippy.

In Which Claudia Was Hermit-y

Friday: Poked about on religion_etc for a while. Skipped coffeehaus in favor of watching Beetlejuice with Lindsay; made pasta and talked about random shit.

Saturday: Slept. Read Shafer Commission report. Avoided repairments of hole in wall going on downstairs. Wrote stuff. Actually talked online with people. Skipped contra in favor of watching Harold and Maude, and was forced to burn very strong candles due to drywall smell. Didn't leave house all day except to go to Blockbuster. Wasn't pissed off at anyone mostly but didn't want to see them either.

Today: Slept. Read. Talked online with people again. Didn't leave house all day except to walk downtown and back. Feel like hermit. More fixing-up crap going on downstairs, so now smells even stronger. Didn't get to watch Spinal Tap. Got no writing done. Still not wanting to see anyone even though not pissed off. Avoiding finishing Ethan Frome for English as is very, very terrible book. Shafer Commission and Dante much more interesting.

Tomorrow: People.