"I'm working on drawing a straight line / and I'll draw until I get one right" - Frightened Rabbit

The wind's coming in from the southeast today, which is unusual if you know anything about this town. It's a swift wind. The kind that puts things that aren't strong enough to hold up with the wind's presence on the ground, and keeps the things strong enough to hold up, up. I've learned that it's simply a windy city, generally speaking, and in the last three years (or nine semesters) I haven't noticed this until now.

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As it turns out, I might be an alright writer after all. I've never been one to give myself a whole lot of credit, and it's not as an esteem issue, but rather a matter that I prefer not to. Last night saw me at a workshop for screenwriting, workshopping a series of events and conflicts I had put together. Around ten pages of material. And it went over pretty well. Writing it, I had kept in my mind that I wasn't going to try to make anything special of it. At this point in my undergrad status, I'm just trying to make it out. But, the screenplay I've been working on, people are saying, is promising. "Like a Wes Anderson with even darker humor." "Everyone around the main character thinks he's a real piece of shit. A real likeable guy, to the eyes."

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Class was cancelled this morning and it's been delightful. I fed myself breakfast and moved on to sip coffee, smoke a cigarette, and watch the film adaptation of Flannery O'Connor's Wise Blood. I wasn't happy about it or sad about it--the movie that is. It was just okay. I was happy either way, as I haven't had class cancelled on me in quite some time. And even though I have a million things I ought to be doing today, I think I can justify that everything will be fine for a day without me. It has been a nice morning. An indulgent morning.

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The landlord called to reveal to me that one of Mankato's Official House Inspectors would be by to make sure, in an event that apparently happens every three years, that our house is up to code. I have significant doubt that the house is. He seems to think we'll be fine. Either way, a scenery change couldn't hurt, if it comes to that. One more blow before the bomb explodes for good.