Road martians! You’re back! I’ve missed you. Uh, road martians means I’m staying up too late. Damn. 8051 is the word count. Pretty damn good, ne? Hn. (too much Japanese lately. Don’t ask.) Gotta go to bed, gotta go to bed, gotta go to bed. Blah.
Remember the plan to time out my days, to get things done, to write on a couple different projects, to accomplish what needs doing without driving myself or anyone else crazy? Ha. I wrote today. That’s about it. And the word count really doesn’t reflect that I didn’t do a damn thing else, so what
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But I’m not *yawn* sleepy… Here’s the word count I promised, 4480. I forget what it was last time I posted one, but that’s decent, no matter what the last one was. This one includes a ton of begging Hope to let me finish a re-reading just this one damn sentence before dealing with whatever
I should be exhausted. I stuffed and taped and otherwise mangled, mutilated and abused at least 500 envelopes today. I hauled stuff I don’t want left in my office for a month home. I went to karate. I fixed dinner. I wrote, and wandered off and stumbled on an hysterical Weiss Kreuz/something I don’t know