So much writing, you guys. I got so much writing done today. I have a vague idea of how to end this story. My phone has been turned off all day and will remain turned off for the rest of the night. Apologies to anyone who tried to call me. It would be impossible to talk to me right now. Time for another scene. I have literarily been writing prose and eating massive amounts of fish and jam while listening to Depeche Mode all day. Welcome, oh life.:
"I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that god’s got a sick sense of humour
And when I die I expect to find him laughing."