Tired and a little sunburned, but generally in a good mood. That will probably change.
I’m going to try to get to bed at around midnight, and get up at eight and finish somepreparations, and then at around nine o’clock I’m going to lock the door to my room for twenty-fourhours. SolitaryConfinement. Bla-DOW!
I’ll try to keep some kind of log, but it will probably degenerate (like every journal I’ve hadexcept, usually, this one) into sparse venom and whining eventually. Like after ten minutes.
I really hope I think of an idea for this thing by tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.
you like cheese. Or maybe the key is to be a
mouse. What the hell does that mean? I don’t
know. I think I’m freaking out.
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