Goals. For today. For next month. For next year.
Figuring things out again.
Depression. Sleep. Food. Sleep. Coffee.
Plot. Characters.
Am thinking about how my shoes fit. How each shoe fits differently. Good fit. Bad fit. Ok, I must definitely be going crazytown. Yes - not crazy. Crazytown.
Neuroses is a bitch.
Applied to 1 job that I am overqualified for.
Writing some more. Fighting urge for a cookie. Or some sort of munchie.
7:38 p.m. 27, 160 words.
2:00 a.m. 28, 302 words. (So, technically Monday.)
Jobs applied for: 1.
Word count: 28, 302.
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