I slept until eleven this morning, so the fact that it is now 12:15 the next morning DOES NOT FAZE ME. NOTICEABLY. I AM NOT FAZED. And neither is James, who I'll get round to in a bit.
First off, I only just realized, that I've made my knitting kind of synonomous to the mo and the novel. So I've got to write the novel AND grow the mo AND finish
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