CECI N'EST PAS UN JOURNAL

Post-angst Rita + procrastination + three heaping spoonfuls of self-deprecation = "I KICKBOX NIETZSCHE OWLS IN MY DREAMS!" I wrote this a few weeks ago while I was going insane and not sleeping very much.

Dear Doctor,
     I suspect that I may have an existential crisis. Can you tell me a bit about the causes, symptoms, and side effects? What should I do to protect myself against an existential crisis in the future?
     -- Waiting for Godot

Dear Waiting,
     Existential crises are a relatively uncommon phenomenon among the general population. I would suggest that the only cure you need is a swift kick in the ass, but enclosed is an information leaflet from the Canadian Meaning of Life Foundation which you may find helpful.

EXISTENTIAL CRISES: THE FACTS
( the rates of occurrence are especially high among disaffected, over-indulged 20th-century suburban youth ... )

*bows* You may throw fruit at me now. But not apples, please. I'm allergic to those.

i. I finally finished -- well, "finished" -- about 600 words of original fiction & 800 words of fic starring Regulus. Anyone willing to look over either of these with a critical eye? ♥

ii. five four "word of the day" scribbles
The word of the day exercise at writing camp went sort of like this: Day starts. Arrive (late). Sit down. Dictionary opened. Word chosen at random. For five minutes, write. Stop. Excise and revise madly throughout day. Share scribbles.

( word of the day scribbles from writing camp )

As always, feedback & concrit appreciated. I omitted Tuesday's scribble because it was horrific. But honestly, what can you hope to get out of the prompt "moustache"?!