Not much going on. NaNoWriMo ate my soul. Word count is 14,402 as of 10:05 PM on day seven. Week one's over, and I think I can already feel the slogs of week two heading my way... time to batten down the hatches, or, as they would say in my novel, batten down the zeppelin...
I promised an excerpt, didn't I? Even though no one reads this, I'll make good on my promise. <3>
Nothing going on with Cliff. Hardly any contact whatsoever. Maybe I should just give up... but I can't help it.
Stuck singing that stupid song that everyone seems to like...
Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City?
I'm 1000 miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty.
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