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the downside of writing such overly-long shit is that by the time you finish a chapter you have no idea what you said in the previous one
also i have a brutal sinus headache and it’s not like i’m in any less pain here than i was at work, but it’s just that here i don’t care because i’m doing what i’d rather be doing pretty much regardless, so whether there’s a dagger through the back of my eyesocket or not, i’ll be writing just the same
at work it’s just like ugh can u not and it’s impossible to maintain focus when the thing i’m focusing on is something that just doesn’t matter
which is not really possible to explain to one’s supervisor so i don’t. but. (he knows.) anyway. this chapter is twelve thousand words and won’t stop. and i feel like nothing will ever make sense again. so i’m going to bed.
“Of course,” Brenda said. She turned to Cap. “And you are?”
Cap scrambled to his feet. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Steve Rogers.” She shook his hand politely, and Lakeisha had yet another moment to think to herself that she was never ever going to be able to be as surreally poised as her mother.
“I assume, given the company, you’re that Steve Rogers after all,” Brenda said.
“I am,” he said.
“Well then,” she said. “If I’d known you were coming I’d’ve made a cake or something.”
the downside of writing such overly-long shit is that by the time you finish a chapter you have no idea what you said in the previous one
also i have a brutal sinus headache and it’s not like i’m in any less pain here than i was at work, but it’s just that here i don’t care because i’m doing what i’d rather be doing pretty much regardless, so whether there’s a dagger through the back of my eyesocket or not, i’ll be writing just the same
at work it’s just like ugh can u not and it’s impossible to maintain focus when the thing i’m focusing on is something that just doesn’t matter
which is not really possible to explain to one’s supervisor so i don’t. but. (he knows.) anyway. this chapter is twelve thousand words and won’t stop. and i feel like nothing will ever make sense again. so i’m going to bed.
“Of course,” Brenda said. She turned to Cap. “And you are?”
Cap scrambled to his feet. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Steve Rogers.” She shook his hand politely, and Lakeisha had yet another moment to think to herself that she was never ever going to be able to be as surreally poised as her mother.
“I assume, given the company, you’re that Steve Rogers after all,” Brenda said.
“I am,” he said.
“Well then,” she said. “If I’d known you were coming I’d’ve made a cake or something.”
