A Writer's Notebook, Day Seven-Hundred-And-Ninety-Nine

 Well, it is officially my birthday now, as of midnight, and I am hoping that the next year will be an improvement.  I feel quite strange, to be honest, as so much has happened both in my own life and in the world this year, and I am really uncertain what to expect.  I think the best thing I can do, now, is get to bed, to be honest.  I had a lot of difficulty with my writing tonight, and I am not certain if their is anything planned for tomorrow that I should be up for early.  I think I am going to use my birthday as an excuse for making this entry rather perfunctory and get off the computer for tonight. 

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