12,469 Days Alive
8,138 Books to Read
It’s one of those rare moments where I have the spoons to bust out the laptop, get some reviews written, and wait for the dryer to stop spinning.
Now then, this, despite my access to a full keyboard, should be a brief entry.
I’ve got some fictional worlds to build, here! I’ve come out the other side of this major depressive slump relatively intact. The mental radio is still playing negative things so I’m drowning it out with some Lofi Hip Hop as I write.
I’ve got to keep at it while I wait for the dryer to finish up. Let’s see if I can get my word count to five thousand words before bedtime.
Well, I hit 5,117 so I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 