Maybe I shouldn't have brewed that second pot of tea at 10:30pm at night, for now I sit here, wide awake, at 11:00pm. I have walk tomorrow. I mean, I have work tomorrow. And I intend to walk to work.
Drinking tea means needing to pee copiously. That, plus the excited urgency of painting the broad strokes of Part 2 is a winning combination I think. I am literary sitting at the edge of my seat. :)
I think that sleep deprivation is on par with alcohol intoxication for me. The later it gets, the more giddy I am.
Part 2 is still a baby compared to Part 1 of Birthday Presents. It's at 1500 words. I'm having fun introducing a new character; Romlan Arrowsmith, who may or may not be an angry homosexual. I'm not googling that. So this post won't have a picture.
...wow, I think I'm a little bit of an asshole when I stay up late. Yikes. Bed time it is.
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