During the past couple days, I got a lot of writing done. From my current estimation, I have about nineteen pages. There are whole sections which have not yet been addressed, so I'm not close to done. I am, however, starting to have a melancholy feeling about the end of an era. This is no-man's land. I have never been anywhere that looks remotely like this place, and I want to run far, far away.
So now, I'm going to eat a piece of cake.
This is when you need to start listening to "Melancholy and the Infinite Sadness" courtesy the Smashing Pumpkins.
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