So last night, I said good night to The Editor, watched the end of ‘Chopped’, and figured ok, let’s go read a page or two, and go to bed. Wishful thinking.
I read maybe 4 pages, and my mind said “hey dipshit, you should clean”. And clean I did. I organized my books as you can see there, put all my papers in my trusty ole Manila envelope, and then I thought that I was finished. Nope.
I then figured that I should finally build the LEGO set she sent with all my clothes. I thinking I got it out together correctly it just looks off a little. But it’s right next to me. Finally my brain said you’re done. I pretty much got changed, went to the bathroom, and went to sleep. 11pm. I fell right asleep.
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