TGIO party was fun, even though I woke up when it was starting, and was therefore late.
It's very bizarre to sit here, having the entire weekend ahead of me, and absolutely no writing that needs to be done. I keep fondling my novel, saying to myself, "I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT."
What's EVEN weirder is that now I've written FIVE books.
That's a lot, guys. I'm not convinced that it has really happened sometimes.
Welp, off to bathe and edit! Wish me luck!
