Alcohol is a harsh mistress

I have started two very different stories, but neither of them inspires me.  I didn't know that alcohol would make me so choosy.  I must find my muse.  Need more booze.  Mmm.... scotch.

Wooooooooo

I am no officially drunk as a skunk.  I haven't been this drunk in yers.  Wow.  I am writing a Plonq story that invovles skunks and sushi.  Whee.  I can't spell worth shit - but acording to the rules of NanDruWriNi I'm not supposed toe dit my work, so I can't vouch for what you read later.

Wow.  Alcohol is my pimp.  I'm beginning to remember why I don't drink this much as a rule.  I like this too much.  Must write - the muse is bitchslapping me at the moment.

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Even more drunk.  Still writing.  Woo!  This story is going nowhere, but I'm having fun.

Actually I've started three separate stories, but I finally settled on one of them on which to concentrate my attention.  Sorry if I am spammig my friends list this evening, but I'm drunk (obviously).  The normal social mores don't apply when you are drunk (to the delight of those of us who drink, and the consternation f the sober.)

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I never managed to finish a single story, in spite of all the alcohol.  In the spirit fo NanDruWriNi, I am going to post (unedited) what I managed from all three stories (bearing in mind that each of the three was interrupted by drunken dissertation with my friends).

Here is what I manage for story one:
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Story two:
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And finally story three:
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Looks like I ran the full gamut tonight.  I imagine I will edit and finish at least one of these stories some day.  I admit that I'm a bit disapppointed that I didn't manage to finish anything tonight, but that's just the way it goes sometimes.  Heh.  Looks like the other three are at the point of passing out in the living room.  atara has long since retired for the night.  About time to start calling cabs I think.