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One of my two academic classes this term is creative writing. My professor is starting out with a heavy dose of grammer. Whatever I've casually written today has come out through a wary flegling gramerian filter. I'm tempted to test my meager skills with this journal entry but I'm just too tired.

Today was off. I didn't sleep well. I ended up being an hour early to my moring class, I got there at 9am instead of 10am, and I was an hour late to my african dance class which meant I missd it. Those were the only two classes I had today. I have a meeting for work at 6 this evening, knock on wood, I'll make it.