Saturday, July 30
Not bad for 24 hours. Who am I kidding? That's damn good for me, more than I normally get to write in a week. So, I took a teeny weeny break.
Spaghetti settled the stomach. But, I realized that I had ants in my pants. So, I took the kids to the roller rink (gf is the manager) and knitted while we were there. Refreshed, I sat back down in front of my HP.
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See the above inch between the ellipses? That the sum total of my work since I sat back down. What the hell? I know what I want to put there. It. Just. Won't. Come. Out.
Do they make Beano for brain farts?