I no longer remember why I started this. It seems exquisitely pointless, but maybe that's my post-Halloween hangover talking.
I feel a delicate sense of loss, of disappointment. Maybe I'll miss the cheeseburgers.
All I want to do today is eat fried chicken and broccoli, drink a little bourbon, and write until I'm done.
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