I stayed up until stupid o’clock writing a draft of a new story. It wasn’t so much writing as it was taking a bizarre left turn into another story entirely. But at least the crappy first draft is done.
My reading material for this story made a poem when I lined the spines up.
gratitude: wrangling uni deadlines over videochat with B · seeing “Looper” on the big screen with friends · being one day closer to this supremely hectic week’s end