Just angsty as hell today, dear reader. A series of unrelated and very minor things went wrong today when they could have just as easily gone right. Like people that you’re kind of counting on to say the exact right thing say the exact wrong one. It’s my fault…expectations and such. No biggie. Nothing a reset from going to bed can’t fix.
The word count has been pretty respectable lately. I’m hopeful for a productive day tomorrow. There’s a storm coming.
N.P.: “Mr. Brownstone” – Guns N’ Roses
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