Is it to late to request that someone please shoot me and put me out of my literary misery?
I promise I won't tell on whoever does.
Things are at a GRINDINGLY SLOW PAINFUL progress. It is hard for me to work on my novel for a couple of reasons:
1.Life does not understand why this is more important then the rest of creation interacting with me
2.My back thinks now is a good time for it to act up.
3.Caffeine is becoming a very distant memory as I cannot remember where I stashed all of the Mountain Dew. Gatorade is good and all but it lacks that ZING that caffeine gives you. To quote Black Mage from 8-Bit Theater "Why it would take some kind of insane monomaniacal fiend to take pleasure in wielding the tapestry of creation to focus pure energy into reality through nothing more than my own will, the rush of electricity through my being, the power -my God, the power! IT'S THE ONLY TIME I FEEL ALIIIIIIIIIVE!"
*coughs* I can quite drinking anytime I want to...
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