Did my writing between 12:35 and 1:25am.
Eyes are burning. Brain is confuzled. Writing probably makes no sense, except for a few good parts that may contain the best individual phrases I've written.
I can see why writers sometimes think getting drunk helps. If you have no conscious control over what pours out of you, every once in a while you find some weird little thing you can latch on to when you're sober again.
Or maybe not. I'm too tired to tell.
But I got the words out, dagnabit.
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"When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller; when I have a second, I feel superlative; when I have more, there's no holding me..."
-- William Faulkner
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