i wrote about a gothic writer who'd been invited to speak at a conference about ind. in society and what it means to him as a writer. he is stuck on a train trying to write his speech, suffering from insomnia while people in the next cabin are going at it. because he gets stir crazy he drinks...
i hate people that smell. the nerd guy in my year was sitting in front of me and i could smell him! made me want reach over and punch him in the back of the head. how funny would that be, some ones sitting there quietly concentrating and whack.