Day Eight

Well it’s about time! This post comes to you from a packed house that still smells like french toast. Well, packed house in the Jacob family sense, in that my sister is home. Things kind of stop when she comes home. She got here yesterday afternoon after the rest of us got back from the funeral of a family friend in a flurry of words and cupcakes, and I’ve been a little less productive since. Scratch that. I haven’t gotten around to a damn thing. I have assignments due, finals are fast approaching, and I’ve been missing my NaNoWriMo goals. And now we have plans to go shopping. So I have a few late nights of writing ahead of me.


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