Dear Me,
You fought admirably, yet half-heartedly, against the pull of NaNo; now it has you in its clutches, sipping espresso at just your first (of many) planned Write-Ins.
Take Sleep when you can, for we know all too well what a fickle mistress she can be, sending you running towards the deluding arms of Insomnia in her absence.
Eat when you can, of any food group besides the Blessed Beverage, for though the Blessed drives you, it cannot sustain forever.
Lucky are you, for since you are married, showers are optional. Bandit will intervene if things get too musky.
Take care til we meet again!
Love,
Sanity
Tags: Crazy, My Madness: Writing, NaNoWrimo, Suicide
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