Of Words and Weariness

17,439 / 50,000 Words Written for NaNoWriMo

13,286 Days Alive

I have to be up early tomorrow to take Spock to the vet. I’m down to a seven on the pain scale, but it still feels like slogging through half-frozen molasses.

I’m for bed. Take your meds, folks.

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