Words Written: Slow Burn: 513

I got no writing done last night. I got home at about 7:15 and was in bed by 9:30. I set the alarm for 6 a.m., got up at 7, and still feel like a zombie. This sucks.

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Well, hell. Tickets to an August Styx concert went on sale today, and had asked Ken to get them, and he forgot. The best I can find is 15th row, and I’m too spoiled to do that. I’ll be unhappy at the concert, and that’s cross-purposes. I so did not need to come home to that. Now I’m tired and depressed and stressed from driving in the dark and rain when I can’t bloody see the lines in the road. Oh yeah, it’s going to be a joy trying to write after supper.

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Currently Reading: Double-Blind (BattleTech), Loren L. Coleman

Lately Listened To: RWA 2004 talks

Recently Watched: “Monk”