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I am inappropriately entertained by things I write at three in the morning. For instance:
After a few painful, soul-searching moments, his eyes began to adjust, and a slightly blurry sickbay seemed to materialize around him. Amazing. So he wasn’t dead. That was a plus, he supposed, but it didn’t stop his head feeling like an appropriate simile.
I think perhaps I was supposed to fix that later, even if it is funnier the way it is.
After a few painful, soul-searching moments, his eyes began to adjust, and a slightly blurry sickbay seemed to materialize around him. Amazing. So he wasn’t dead. That was a plus, he supposed, but it didn’t stop his head feeling like an appropriate simile.
I think perhaps I was supposed to fix that later, even if it is funnier the way it is.