Thursday
Another quota met yesterday. 1367 words. I could have kept going, but it was 1am and I could barely keep my eyes open. Even so, my brain kept churning, so that I was still awake at 2am, at which point Mickey came in to let me know that he needed to go out. This dog waits until I turn out the light, which I believe is his revenge for the fact that I am spending altogether too much time in h/i/s b/e/d/r/o/o/m/ my office.
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