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We Are Awake

We are awake because daughter needed a 11 p.m. feeding and son needed 12:30 a.m. reassuring because his stuffy nose is making it hard to sleep. Also, he required a medicinal snack of club crackers. I hope the crackers do the trick, because this house has been under a fucking plague for what seems like weeks.

Generally, I’m still trying to finish the novel, which involves prolonged periods of talking myself into it even though I know it will all come to naught, because it is growing increasingly diseased and boring simultaneously.

Oh, but at least there’s the satisfaction of a job well done.

And my reward in Heaven.

The Heaven where the angels are stupid enough to reward talentless, over-the-hill hacks with hearts full of hate.

But what I’m REALLY looking forward to is the common refrain of “I don’t get it.”

Essentially, chief, it’s a heartwarming tale of revenge.

No wait, it’s a horror story without any common horror elements.

No wait, it’s garbage.

More pleasantly, I did get to see a few new buildings with strange tales today. Watch Steppes of Chicago for the subsequent post.

I am as bitter as bitter coffee filled with Angostura Bitters.