Didn’t end up writing at all on lunch yesterday. Instead, I headed out with the Vic-man to Mancino’s and we talked about women. It was a good time, and the taco salad was delicious. Today I’m heading out on lunch alone and have the coney firmly in my sights. No Mountain Dew, though.

Thanks to training, which has saved me from the phones for several hours, my lunch won’t come around until 1:30. Good thing I had some breakfast this morning. Mmmm, cold pizza. :)

Last night I wrote to the mad spinning skillz0rz0rz0rz (ziggurat!) of the . Music and atmosphere and friends always make writing flow so much more naturally. I’m past the halfway point of Chapter 6, and still chugging away. It’s a good feeling.

I need to focus on getting out of Shelby Township. I find within myself the fear-inducing ability to become satisfied with the current situation, and I will NOT abandon my independence to sloth. I. Will. Not.