Three

I am so sleepy. It's past midnight and I'm bogged down with seven hundred some-odd words. I sort of know where I want the story to go right now but I'm not getting there. I sense I need lots of detailed introspection and conversation and all I can do is just sort of go this then this then this. And I'm TIRED. I left work to take care of the car and then at home got back online and work leaked into the evening and I discovered a big stupid mistake (as a designer I'm not supposed to make big stupid mistakes that can cost many hours of various specialists' labor and a week-long hit to the schedule) and I made food and had wine and ugh my brain she tired I can barely see, ok.