Is that even how you’re meant to write numbers +100? I don’t know. In the bullet journal I’ve been counting the days up in roman numerals, and I forgot about L, so I don’t have the best reputation for correct numbering. That’s not even including the debacle at one point over how to increment the number of days of 1K on the blog. For the record, that’s the number right after the date, and before the number of days of quarantine. I guess that’d be a but confusing to an outsider, so it’s a good thing I don’t have any pesky outsiders to worry about besides my lovely imaginary readers.
It’s almost the weekend, and I have to say can someone please turn down the sun kthx? I hate heat with a passion. Half the reason I like the UK is it’s always raining. Well I mean, at least it did at 4am? Enough to wake me and everyone else up. That was fun. Also dramatic. Also thank god I closed my window due to some muppets cackling at 11pm like drunken jackals. That and the sweltering night led to not the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while, and more than a few work tasks I’ll have to finish up on Saturday as I wasn’t firing on all cylinders today. Curse you integrity.
Speaking of integrity, it’s rich me claiming to have any 13,600 words into The Wanderer. I swear this book makes me more uncomfortable every time I open its tab, let alone write any of the wretched thing. Even so, I wrote just shy of 2,000 words today. Any other book and I’d write the 50~ words to hit 2K, but this one I do not want to spend any longer on it than I need to. The only reason I hit that total earlier was losing myself in the story, and that is not a point of pride. So I’m going to do a few more emails, and then at 5pm I’m going to switch off for the evening and try to forget about it. All I can do really.