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Today's post will be about yesterday, if only because today was a rare day whereas I spent the majority of it in bed writing. Every day that isn't this wonderful only makes me appreciate just how wonderful these days really are.

Anyway.

Yesterday in real life I went to work, where I realized just how awkward questions regarding my weekend are. I know my co-workers are only trying to be polite by pretending for a moment to be interested in what I did with my Saturday and Sunday, but I find myself at a loss for a response. Do I tell them I spent it studying and writing? Do I tell them I've rejected offers to various clubs and house parties so many times my acquaintances have learned to no longer waste breath or text inviting me? Do I tell them I enjoy being a wallflower? Answer. Everyone knows there's no such thing as a happy loner--how could anyone possibly enjoy solitude, it's just not normal. So, for the sake of saving face, I lie. It's a different lie every time, of course--you have to keep track of these things, or else they'll start getting suspicious. Lies don't warrant weird stares and intrusive inquiry. Lies can be swallowed without question. Because it's what people are comfortable with. Because it's normal. I don't mind the lying, personally--I enjoy pushing the boundaries of what people are willing to believe. No complications as of yet, so once more into the breach, dear friends...once more.

Yesterday on the internets I was forced to realized just how harrowing the internet can be. We must get out now, while we still caaaaaahahaha oh who am I kidding, the internet is my anti-drug. Or rather, my replacement drug of choice.

Yesterday in fiction I didn't get much done, but I got TONS done today, so this is good.