Holy shit what a rheumy-eyed, beaten down, completely unfabulous medical waste disposal bin of a day. Week, even. Month. Year!
To that end, I am off to Staples to procure a large cork board, 3x5 cards in several colors, pushpins, and string. This has to do with novel-writing, obviously.
I do believe I've reached the point where sanity can only be found in making up an imaginary world and living in it, and if I don't set about doing so immediately, I might as well nip off and donate my body to science because my brain will shrivel into a small wrinkled ovoid of leathery Spam within a fortnight.
To that end, I am off to Staples to procure a large cork board, 3x5 cards in several colors, pushpins, and string. This has to do with novel-writing, obviously.
I do believe I've reached the point where sanity can only be found in making up an imaginary world and living in it, and if I don't set about doing so immediately, I might as well nip off and donate my body to science because my brain will shrivel into a small wrinkled ovoid of leathery Spam within a fortnight.
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