where are all the funny redirects

Today in real life I went to school, then transited halfway across the city to apply for a new Social Insurance Card during my break between classes, then went back to class. I cannot feel my legs. Also I am extraordinarily tired and really don't feel like doing much besides sleeping right now so forgive me if this entry is a little short.

Today on the internets...somehow I spent a lot of time online but didn't actually get anything done or find anything interesting. How...how is this even possible

Today in fiction I got tons of stuff done as well. Started off some long-due betaing (I'm surprised they're all being so patient), got a chance to talk to Pyro and get some spontaneous single-sentence prompt chatbox-fic responses written to remind me that hey look writing fic can actually be fun sometimes, and in Creative Writing class we did a Sky Writing exercise, which is more or less a stream of consciousness using a single phrase from a pre-existing work as a prompt / first line. Here it is in all of its uncorrected glory.

Tide of respiration rises and falls like moons of Jupiter or the chest of a drowning man. The essence of suffocation is not a mere physical sensation, as morality weighs down conscience or banners advertising toothpaste wrap around our mind from all sides. What do we see when we breathe? Lost gasps and missing words of reason punctuate the air of innocence until holes fill and pervade the room, yet you are far too polite to take notice. The plants and trees survive off transparent intentions, greedily swallowing stolen exhales filled to the brims with missing words. And everyone wonders why their hearts are empty.

Holes fill and pervade the room until even the elephants get jealous. Too much in life is left unsaid, and perhaps this is why ghosts exist. Perhaps everyone has a limit, a word count kept tallied by the keepers of souls, and your afterlife is determined by how well these words are spent. Like money. Coins. Words are the currencies of the spectres, and they are valuable.
I don't know what the hell this is supposed to be, but it was a liberating exercise that I recommend highly, for writers and non-writers alike. You might surprise yourself. In other news, we're going to have to submit a 10 - 15 page story, writen, edited, and critiqued upon during the course of the semester, as our final examination. I'm planning to do it about zombies.