I’m not sure what’s causing this pattern, but it’s definitely not sustainable long term.
I am exhaustion, in human form.
I am Jack’s struggling body, fighting off oblivion.
Exhaustion, thou art a curse, and no amount of coffee can fend thee off.
Target: 800 words
Written: 222 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home, Fink/Cranor
Comics: The Magdalena/Vampirella 1, The Magdalena v2 1-3
Music: Unplugged, Guns 'n' Roses (Jesus Christ, which one of them thought One In A Million was anything other than bigoted bullshit?)