I think…I’m getting through. I do think so. I think I only wrote about four hundred words, but I think it’s getting easier. I wouldn’t, say, rather go trim my toenails than write.
I’d rather go eat chocolate, though. Or–
Yeah. Let’s not go into depth on what I’d rather be doing. My Inner Procrastinator doesn’t need any ideas, thank you very much.
Bleh. Time for bed.