Oh sweet jesus, I never thought three thousand words would look so appealing.
My hands are cramped into claws so my typing speed is slowing, and my back is hunched like a question mark. I haven't seen daylight in two days and the house has got overrun with mice while I wasn't looking. As you can see, grammatical/logical speech is deteriorating. Took me ten minutes to remember the past tense of 'rip' yesterday.
Next time, for sure, I shall map out my time more carefully so that I don't end up doing this marathon 2k-a-day race to meet the deadline.
Okay, onto the final chapter before I lose the ability to speak or the power of sight or sense or whatever the hell it was I had back when I started this book. I'll leave you with this ...
"Very few blind people join the nudists"