Write about how it feels when you can’t focus.
I need to get-what was that?
...
Okay, it was nothing. Let me-is that an article I've seen before?
Let me check Facebook.
Hmm. It's not that interesting.
Okay. Back to the matter at hand, good sir.
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Damn, is that the time already? Let me switch the laundry.
Okay.
Time to type.
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Once upon a... ugh. Where the hell was I.
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Okay.
Here we go.
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Well, that took forever. Last time I do laundry at 10 at night. Okay, so she's going to get on the train.
What was it that she wanted from him?
Oh yeah. But wait, would that be right, for that time period?
Let me check.
Oh, wow. I can't believe the governor is approving that. That's the reason this state is in the tank. Okay.
Trains.
Trains in that era were... oh crap. Well, that won't work. I'll have to go back and rewrite that. I need some lemonade.
Okay. Can't get up until I finish! Wait, what now?
River says, "You are ten years too late writing a blog." Well, that may be, but I want a place to express my thoughts that is not defined by character limits, or is just another snippet in the massive feed of data vomit on someone's wall. So, better late than never. Ironically, this description maxes out at 500 characters.
Friday, July 15, 2016
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