October 10th, 2018


"Let's get shit done."

Today was so very, very fucking awful, that I'm going to make this very, very short. I only slept three or four hours last night, and I managed only about 750 words today on "Iodine and Iron." I strongly suspect that tomorrow I may have to rewrite everything I did today.

We only caught a glancing blow from Michael, a little rain, a little wind. Hardly worth mentioning. The panhandle wasn't so lucky.

Oh, and Spooky dreamt that cocaine-crazed goats were trying to break into the house. And I managed to eat pizza for the first time in more than a year.

That was today.

Fuck It,

7:22 p.m.