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Just keep writing, right? Just keep writing. Blisters on my hands have shown me that perhaps doing this out by hand wasn’t the best choice. Again.
It’s the eighth day of the month and already I feel hindered by this whole work thing. Now, when I do work I only work a few hours a day, and that’s fine by me, but the stress of this particular job — I’m a barista at Starbucks, for sobbing out loud! — is starting to get to me. Yesterday all I wanted to do was sleep, though I knew I had to get up and deal with unruly customers, as well as get a good bit of writing done. Well, I dealt with unruly customers, and got… well… not as much writing as I would’ve liked to get done, but I also have tomorrow off, so… there’s that silver lining.