I’m killing my plot. Stabbing it in the back. Sorry, plot.
Now I’m writing about Google and the internet and all that good stuff. It’s like 1984 mixed with Pi. Nothing beats good old paranoia for a story, eh?
2,083 words per day is totally doable. I think at the end of November last year I was doing like 6,000 a night. I should have saved that graph, it was hilarious. Recreation:





Today’s song: Ex Ex Ex (In Flagranti Mix) by In Flagranti

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