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Blew off the weekend to do physical labour and woolgather. Today, all kinds of different parts of me hurt, and I have to shift gears into work mode. No more randomly streaming old tv shows while I noodle at structures and scene ideas. Eight typed finished pages every day this week or else. Probably eight typed finished pages every day this month. And then sowing seeds for an hour after work every evening.

And, while I was typing that, I was informed that we need to buy a new car. AND the coffee machine is starting to produce short shots, so I need to clean that. It’s going to be a day. Here we go.