I just finished my first draft of the story. It's utter garbage, but it's done. Whew.
and I've found the cure for my insomnia: depression and/or stress. Normally I'd be reading right now and wishing I could sleep; now my eyelids are like lead demanding I finish this and get to bed.
About the bad news, we still have no news. I have no clue how to interpret that and simply keep my hopes raised.
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