I’m in it now. Goddamn. I can’t hold a conversation. I don’t want to lose it. I pull over and write myself emails when I think of a thing. I wake up and scribble in my notebooks. I can’t stop writing the thing. Don’t know where I’m going or if this is working or if we’ll end up keeping this part. But I’m writing. I don’t like falling asleep. Don’t like …
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