Am still awake at midnight if a little groggy. That cup of black coffee sparring with the half Rivotril I took earlier at 10pm. Sleep comes soon. I'm misspelling words every sentence. Managed to get cleaned earlier but am constipated a little. Maybe hit the w/c early tomorrow morning.
Chapter 16 of Inexact Science is still stuck at paragraph 1. Wishful to think I could finish it against the witchy blockade of the Liew army. But I am just coasting on the feeling of finishing Act 2 at long last.
Tomorrow, some house cleaning and hopefully a get cleaned good.
Ate some ramen and garlic in soy and olive oil for supper. 2 strawberries, and a cup of black coffee. My consciousness is stuck between sleep and work. Work's winning the first round.
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Was up late circa 7am. Did some sound checks on my wireless mic setup. It seems to favor close mic-ing over ambient / room sound. Didn’t write much last night. Tomorrow, my Arip jab at the psych clinic.
Today I absolutely have to write chp. 16 end to end. There is no time for take a break days. It must finish by EOM.
Was able to get cleaned quite well. A relief. I moved project IS to Google Docs last night so I can work on it on the ThinkPad which might be better for inspiration. The book has to close solid / satisfyingly.
Took a shower and am in fresh clothes. Have a few hours to write till chores time. The evil mad people swarming around me know no shame, no honor. Hard to get down to work but eventually today, will write chp. 16.
Had a good lunch of Chinese takeout. The Liew witchy army is still battling. Am getting bruised near the neck by Barneous Liew. We are pushing hard to neutralize the telepathic threat. America are very insistent. They are resorting to guerrilla warfare / submarining.
Finished the mopping and am settling down to write. Liew forces seemingly do not know the dangers of telepathy and the dark magic they are using to augment their power thru it. They are mortally wounded right now if not for Allen, probably dead.
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Almost 9pm. Raining. Took a shower and my meds at 8pm. Brushed. A sizable chunk of tartar dislodged from under my lasered-on lower retainer. Felt good. Once in a while, I pick at it with my nails so it won't grow humongous and force my teeth off the wire. No intention of going back to the dentist just yet for another scaling. Been over 2 years now.
I am constipated again. Yay! Seem to have no drive to finish the last quarter of project IS. Maybe some spicy dialogue should be introduced and the various cross-links between the characters explained.
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