I feel odd, as though someone is writing the script to my life from a semi-detached house in Berkshire.
Some things, and their 'daily episode' structure:
Alice and I are going to move in together as soon as we can (end drum roll) this was decided, oh, Sunday morning.
Yesterday I wrote an entire story in one day, unheard of for me, edited it this morning and sent it off to a *ahem* magazine that I'm reasonably, probably, semi-confident of publication in.
Tomorrow is my 23rd birthday.
I have an interview in London on Friday, the day after.
Now the feeling I have is that all of this appears to have been arranged for maximum dramatic effect, as though to keep the viewers glued to their screens. I'm not suggesting a 'Truman Show' setup, just that I think my life is a bit...dramatic at the moment. It's an odd feeling.
Erm
I appear to have covered just about everything in a few lines, leaving very little else to say.
HELLO THERE!
HOW ARE YOU?
NICE WEATHER WE'RE HAVING ISN'T IT?
There we go.
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