A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Fifty-Five

I found myself extremely exhausted last night.  I sat down to do my writing, but I kept falling asleep at my desk, so, at some point, I just made a deal that I would finish up what was left today and let myself get to bed.  Unfortunately, I am still feeling tired tonight, even still, but I did get the work done, along with my usual writing, which feels like a win, though I know it is only me keeping up with my own imposed quota, which does seem a bit neurotic or something, if I consider it too much.

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