I haven't been to sleep yet, not for lack of trying, but apparently I need to write something about Dewey and Parker before I am allowed to rest.

...which is very similar to what happened yesterday, except this time it involves percocet.

...to clarify, I am not the one taking the percocet, although that would make this writing experience a hell of a lot more interesting.

So you know the saying "you always hurt the ones you love"? Yeah, I'm rewarding the only character who makes it easy to write him by breaking his leg. This is why I can't have nice things.

One of these days I'll write something for an audience that breaks the single digits, really. Just... not today.