Guess the joke is on me. I’m pouring out my little heart and who really gives a sh*t. I’m still a little sleepy from the night before and I need to make lunch. Where are the people? Hey have it ever felt like your head was hurting but you weren’t quite sure if it was? Right now as I upload my novel, I swear I can smell fresh paper being cut from the tree. Isn’t that weird? It’s like I’m at the printing press and the pages are rolling right off the printing press all fresh and crisp… Aaah, smell that delicious smell of work in progress..
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