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Grr, argh. For a while I couldn't fall asleep before 1. Now it seems like I can't fall asleep before 4. Luckily work is super-slow, and I might be able to sneak in a nap later.
Wrote tiny!fic reallyfast last night, and will post in a bit.
Today I'm going to go down to the shooting range and sign up for their class. Yay! Last time I was there, I explained I was doing research for a story, and they let me fire 50 rounds without a safety course or anything. But I want to learn for real. I think it's really funny to see my little Saturn, with its "Feeling blue in a red state" bumper sticker, sitting in the parking lot of the gun shop. :D (I also think it's really funny that this here wee bleeding-heart liberal with crazy hair and black nail polish is a natural with a semiautomatic pistol.)
Wrote tiny!fic reallyfast last night, and will post in a bit.
Today I'm going to go down to the shooting range and sign up for their class. Yay! Last time I was there, I explained I was doing research for a story, and they let me fire 50 rounds without a safety course or anything. But I want to learn for real. I think it's really funny to see my little Saturn, with its "Feeling blue in a red state" bumper sticker, sitting in the parking lot of the gun shop. :D (I also think it's really funny that this here wee bleeding-heart liberal with crazy hair and black nail polish is a natural with a semiautomatic pistol.)
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I only fired a gun once, and my aim was terrifyingly bad, but I can at least sort of understand the thrill behind it. It seems so cathartic.