Well, there's one hour killed for the GED. I took the writing pretest, and it was pretty easy. I had to write an essay--"If you could be any character from any TV show, book, or movie, who would it be?" I picked the Doctor. I was going to pick Ringo Starr from Yellow Submarine, but I think I would get an essay stamped "WTF?" in return. So I typed up some babble about wanting a life of interstellar adventure and intrigue and a time-traveling police-box. I wasn't really concentrating, but I think it came out more coherent than the average entry in this very blog.

My teeth are sore. Damn rubber bands!

I'm writing a story about a space cowboy for no particular reason. Cowboys rock, and space rocks, so what the hell? There's no real plot involved, except alien robots are invading Earth, and the space cowboy stops them with electrically-charged bullets. It's a short little piece of WTFery, but I'm highly amused by it for some reason.