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It is probably not good that on the second-last day of vacation, at 12:44 at night, I suddenly find myself actually writing that Psych story where Shawn gets into another motorcycle accident and hits his head and actually ends up with psychic powers but no one believes him.
...Right?
Because I'm four thousand words into the woobie-Gus-gets-the-call-from-the-emergency-room-doctor-at-three-in-the-morning-and-rushes-to-the-hospital-in-his-fireman-pajamas prequel and I don't even remember when I started writing.
I actually have to do my stupid business reading tomorrow and do other school-preparatory things. I should probably go to bed now.
Help?
...Right?
Because I'm four thousand words into the woobie-Gus-gets-the-call-from-the-emergency-room-doctor-at-three-in-the-morning-and-rushes-to-the-hospital-in-his-fireman-pajamas prequel and I don't even remember when I started writing.
I actually have to do my stupid business reading tomorrow and do other school-preparatory things. I should probably go to bed now.
Help?