Oh. My. God.
Fuck you, universe. What the fuck are you doing to me? All I wanted was a reduction of stress and some time to myself, and you’re doubling down on driving me insane. What the hell is wrong with you? No sleep. No time. Not even a single moment’s rest.
Is there a solution? What the hell am I supposed to do? Move to the Great White North and live in a remote cabin on my own?
Honestly, starting to sound pretty good right about now.
Target: 1000 words Written: 2275 words, novella: The Mungk