15,932 Words Written for NaNoWriMo
13,285 Days Alive
801 Days Straight on Duolingo
My pain levels are on day three of seven to eight. I felt like shit all day and I really don’t know what caused this flare up.
New coworker Emma is a doll, though. Ten years my junior, cute as a button, and bright as a tungsten bulb. I like her. She knows I have an ex wife and we have both our own interesting histories. I think she is going to do well on our team.
I am so ready for the weekend. Got J, Bill6, and Gwen coming over Saturday and Cleo coming over on Sunday. Hopefully it will be a restful weekend.
I’m too tired to write more. I squeezed out almost a thousand words on my lunch break and another six hundred at home. I deserve to go to bed and sleep well.
Mentally, I’m not doing so hot. Brain gremlins are screaming something fierce. I just want the pain to stop. But I’m trying to keep going. Trying to power through, even when I feel like dying.
I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks.
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