Best Laid Plans...
The Lee - Chapter Nine
Urgh. I suck. Sorry, fangirls. The new job and accompanying study is proving far more time-sucky than expected. I'm starting to dream the Young Offenders Act 1994 into bizarre musical cabarets cast entirely of my real life friends. And none of those bastards can dance or carry a tune to save their lives. *is tired and aghast*
But some wordies is better than no wordies.
Now excuse me while I fall upon my bed again and make snorey noises for a while. I'ma aim for 500 wordies a day this week. That sounds manageable and unlikely to induce a nervous breakdown.