NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN
5 pages to write
5 pages to write
5 pages to write
it’s 2:44 am
my beautiful girlfriend is upstairs sleeping in my bed with the electric blanket on
can’t sleep until I finish
deadline is too close
this is TORTURE
I WANT SOME FUCKING CUDDLES
FUCK YOU, RUM-RUNNING CHARACTER, WHY ARE YOU SO DIFFICULT TO WRITE
WHY
i am beginning to resent you, Patrick McQuarrie
watch your fucking back
Torrio could kill your ass and nobody would notice
one of 700+ gang fatalities, motherfucker
nobody would notice
I think I ate properly today
it was a total accident and of course, I feel guilty about it.
I wish I could talk to Aoife.
Or that my mum would call.
That would be nice.
bleh
feeling better, but still a little out of it, a little shaky.
I got to get to about page 210 on The Graveyard Book, at least.
I’d really like a smoke.
Also, I cannot stand Fox News. :/