I hate being sick. I don't want to be sick anymore.
Sunday is Trinity's birthday party. Tomorrow is the last day I'm allowed to be sick. No more sick. I hate being sick. GODDAMNIT, I DON'T WANT TO BE SICK ANYMORE.
...That is all.
Oh, except! I reached 48,468 words. That means I'm... 1,532 words away from being finished. I could be done by Saturday evening. Or maybe even before I go to bed.
Reaching 50k? No problem. Reaching the ending? Uhh...
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