I am quite dead on my feet from tiredness because of stupid party last night (I saw the dawn. The fricking dawn) after a day of cleaning. So tired. In the walk into walls, burst into tears for no reason style. And I can’t go to sleep earlier than usual, because it’ll throw me all week, and I can’t do that because I have to work.
So, dearies, I ask for your help, anecdotes, silliness, loveliness, to keep me conscious while I soldier on with Inward. Chapter 25 is currently 3200 words, and I’m heading into the finale, and gah. Bursting into tears on the fact it’s almost finished is not good. Distractions. Please, please, please.