What I was doing was…
Another day, another… whatever… took until the evening to summon the intention to write. Conjured 350 words which are surely for the bin at some point. Just sat myself down and typed until dinner was ready. Feel a bit foggy brained. Not expecting much of tomorrow, that’s the best way to go
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