One to get schnacks around three in the morning, and the other with Paul in Robert Burnaby Park just before sunset. We sat on the back deck and drank beer after, and I played him what I’ve worked up of the Zevon tune “My Shit’s Fucked Up” which I personally think I do a fucking amazing job on.
2500 words yesterday but it was a fan fic. It is of the genre slow burn and this one is not going to have much sex in it, it’s more a character study. Fortunately I’m just editing up the 2K on HOTM I’m sending mOm.
Margot is clingy as hell these past few days. Jeff’s door is always open, but she’s not snoozing on his chair like she usually does when he leaves.
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I just tooted, and Margot purred louder to try to drown it out. SUCH IS MY LIFE.
