Everyday I Write The Book

By Eyecatching

Not a pretty sight

Sooo ill today. Can’t remember when I last felt this bad. After a morning’s work (when I achieved something I was rather pleased with, ironically) I slept for eight hours, alternating between shivering cold and fevered hots. Bit better come evening thank god.

World news unremittingly grim. You feel so angry and helpless.

On the plus side, got today’s Wordle in two.

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