Nine days of vacation and I'm on my eighth day with little to show and not much in the way of 'relaxation' and recovery. It's not an ideal state to be in truth be told, like I made plans and dared and aspired to write book, walk everywhere and just freakin' kill iiit with how productive I could get, but it's not how things worked out. National November writing month went by real hard, so far away from the target, and ahh what to say this was a pretty good situation restwise and maybe I got a little wise too with light and shit but that was it. I'm actually ready to work, it's not going to be a chore anymore, the work situation, and I'll just get on my ass and start working.
And oh I'm a loser at clubs I've discovered, more on that later.
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