Monday, November 24, 2008

I've been furiously writing in a makeshift dungeon for the last few days because as it turns out I actually did have to turn in that paper that I was supposed to be writing for the last month.

Last night in bed I gave it to Boyfriend and told him to proof it. I got under the covers, put a pillow over my head, and began to cringe in waiting for the billion red marks that would grace my paper. After a half hour I asked him if it was really that bad. "Nope," he replied, "Just enjoying the silence."