November 22nd, 2020 – 788

It’s funny, I was craving to reread 11/22/63 by Stephen King today and didn’t even notice the date. But then my brain is a teeny bit fried, so not so suprised about that derp. My mood has been, a mixed bag today. Just churning out the last words for today and then I’m gonna crash again. I need to write sooner than this…

The good news is while my sleep and early writing is screwed, my diet leapfrogged and fixed itself, which is helping my head. Even so man, I really need to hit earlier targets. 5pm tomorrow I need to write right away, if not on my break if I can. I have, no idea if I’ll manage that or not.