Yesterday only saw two hours of overtime, and an hours commute home (Tuesday's commute home was two hours, Winter has arrived). So I should have written like a mad dog in heat. But I wimped out. I did a little surfing, and then stared at the TV in mindless bliss. Okay, well, actually I did go through what I had written for the Pirate Story and tightened things up. I also made sure some ideas banging around in my head were on paper. I also did some personal care and read more than usual. But I still wimped out. Sometimes, you just have to do that. I just wish it wasn't while I'm trying to beat a deadline.
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