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I'm a quarter of the way through my novel! Yay! ...... Wait. I'm a third of the way through the month. Erm, Houston? We have a problem.
Mission for tomorrow: Don't cry. I wish I could call in sick. *dreads tomorrow* Gonna do my job, do it to the best of my ability, and go home, knowing I did all I could do. Damn, crying now. This is not a good sign.