As you can see below my outline in filling out. Last night was tough but nights are always the toughest. Switching from pounding tea to sipping manhattans puts a little pep in my step. Wine makes me sleepy but whisky is fortifying.
Once out of bitters whisky and coke (coca-cola people) does the trick as the caffeine does help. Then, the inevitable break down occurs. I'm a fool to think I can possibly do this. I picture the managing editor flipping through my manuscript laughing as they tell their assistant it might as well have been written in crayon. Cue in nap time.
Back at it!
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