diary of an Endorphin Junkie

My social life is developing very nicely. I need to start prioritizing my writing.

I think I'm going to finally force into my life a mandatory writing rule. Every day, one hour, minimum. No matter what, no matter how late I get home at night. One hour.

Yesterday I almost met that rule. I get to Fentons an hour early and got about half an hour and a hundred words plus editing done on Point. I did get a lot of plot development done in my mind on the way out and back. The ending is now clear to me.

Ya'all are gonna hate me for this one, I promise.

• 20:32 I'm in my happy place. I'm at Fentons. #
• 23:37 Somehow Abbie dragged me out to kareoke. Without even doing something awful to deserve it. I'm such a sucker. #
• 23:54 My god Abbie can sing. Wow. #
• 01:39 Having awesome talented friends is keeping me awake far too late at night. #
• 08:50 Packing this morning was a challenge. Safe clean work clothes on me, tank bag full of tonight's clothes and toys. I am prepared for fun. #
• 14:10 Employer has reserved the Virgin America Loft for the Giants game this evening. I'll be there until about 9pm. #
• 16:14 Tailgating in Lot A in the corner nearest the ballpark. Very odd - I've never done this before. #

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