Blargh.
Yes, I'm still thinking of recent events.
And no, I'm not thinking of the event of not writing in the 4th quarter which is something that I rarely do, the not writing in the 4th, which is one reason why it is the best quarter of writing.
Even if on occasion I have had to help matters along. Like I will have to do today because I didn't write lqast night like I would have on most any other day.
I'm sure that's a deficit that I can overcome, even though it's not even 1600 words, to be written in less than six hours.
That sounds like a long time and it should be more than enough time for me to do it.
And I'm going to need it as I want to finish well and this quarter ain't likely to be it.
Not when I'm thinking of ending the writing here, which is way too premature to be stopping the writing.
But that hasn't stopped me in the past.
2755 words, rounded up, that's what I have to write each day to make it happily past a million words this year.
Right now, happily past a million words is 1,002,020, which is a lot less than was happy last year when I wrote 1,025,805 words.
So I best have at it then eh?
Huzzah Charles.
I have some writing to do.
And supper to make.
But about the writing, I've got a lot of that to do since I need to defend the 4th quarter's record of winning each week, both normal and short.
This is a short one or I'd be worried about harvesting 20 fields.
But I only have to worry about winning the week, which is easy with the time that I have.
Though if I travel through time it won't matter what my intentions are because I travelled a lot today.
And because of that I can't have Pizza today, not that I deserve any.
I haven't even harvested a full field yet and it's the start of the 4th. That's bad Writer Manning.
And I can't blame the recent storm of pathos. That's just me giving into the worst of me and wallowing in my lesser self.
Though a part of that is the pathos of recent days. And it wasn't even smart pathos.
So of course it has the lasting effect of blotting out the sun of a good little world.
Sigh.
It was a world that would have ended but it didn't have to end like it did for the stupidest of reasons.
Swear.
I am slogging through the words.
Maybe after supper I'll come back andwrite hard because I have to write hard enopugh to harvest the 16 rows that are keeping me from handing the trophy to the 4th Quarter for I don't know how many weeks.
Swear.
Supper's over.
Swear.
I am clearly in a mood for swearing given the swears that I have dropped in the writing.
Swear.
It involved an internet doorknob, ho happens to be well liked, as near as I can tell.
Swear.
But guess what doorknob, I've got my own popularity too.
Swear.
Are you more popular than me?
Probably, you're also there more regularly than I am.
But that doesn't give you the right to come out and start swear with me.
I am not entitled, nor was I acting like that. If anyone was, Apparent Admin, judging by the A next to your name, you were the one acting entitled.
And you're the one who should apologize then put me on ignore.
Not that anyone asked me to apologize. I was just asked to let it go.
Wait, I'm the one attacked out of the blue when I'd had no interaction with him and told to let it go?
How about you tell him something?
I was just being a good chatter.
He was the one being a doorkno, not me.
I stood up for myself then left after a few minutes of my own accord.
Now there's three doorknobs there?
Well, two doorknobs anyway, the other admin vould have just been chicking them at me.
As could tonight's doorknob, though...
Now I can't reember being this angry, both on and off the swear line.
But I've had a hard time of it since last Tuesday.
Besides, why should I take that shit from people?
I ain't done nothing wrong in any of those three situations.
That doesn't mean others won't say I was win the wrong. Even people who might be liking of me as chattter they're happy to see.
Well, I might just have a story out of this shittery.
But will it be an Orchard Peach story?
It might unfold too long.
Nope, I'm still not over the pathos of last Tuesday.
Oops.
I forgot the David Finch livestream and missed the first 40 minutes of it as I was caught up in the hockey and being rightly angered by the doorknob at the internet chatroom.
Well, I've gotten some writing done since the beginning of the quarter but I still have almost a whole field to harvest before the end of the night.
But it's not yet nine and I have more than enough time to harvest the right amount of words before the end of the night.
And to draw, because I have another drawing to do.
Who do you think you are
Little Mr Gnat
How about that
Don't you see
I can say things too
That are so not true
That someone else
Should have cried thed foul
Instead of me
But unlike you
I can take it back
And say it's just for the poetry
Because you did me wrong
And I struck but back I did
So calling you a gnat
Is due to your being
So very very small
Like I am towering tall
Above your head
I'm not of course
But in any tale
That I might write
You're going to be
Descibed as weak
Whld I am strong
Because that ain't the least bit wrong
As that was plenty weak of you
To be so damn small
To me myself'
Who'd never said splet to you
So thanks for the inspiration
To come with creation
Though I'll be honest
The last to to inspire me so
Is twice of you
And prettier too
Though she's a woman
And you you're just
Well I'm better than that
You little gnat
But like I said before
I'm the bigger man
And can say you're not a gnat
You're just a dude
Who was totally rude
And should apologize to me
Even though I know you won't
I didn't see a movie this month.
Then again, this is a fecked up year in which I was unable to see any movies in March, April, May and June.
No, I haven't stopped following her on Instagram, though maybe I should since I'll be less reminded of her and the connection we briefly had.
Yes, the one that was ended for the stupidest of reasons.
Swear.
At least I'm going to make this quarter the best of the weak again.
I travelled through time again but fortunately, not long enough into it to fail to make this the winning quarter.
I'm never going to win the company of a loveing woman who's going to stand with me for the rest of our lives together am I?
I have a better chance of finding some success with the writing and drawing don't I?
A chance which is so little.
Wow, but am I wrong?
Swear.
I don't think that I am.
Sadly.
Swear.
And yes, a week ago tonight was much better and I never would have thought what happened was going to happen.
Swear.
Huzzah!
I have less than five rows to harvest and plenty of time to harvest it in before I have to turn my attention to the drawing.
Am I going back to the room where the entitled swear is?
Well, Taking four months off from going there is hardly the shortest time I've taken from chatting, though doing that will make him think ha ha ha.
So no?
I just won't bo back tonight.
Maybe.
I don't know.
But damn that site has some people chucking doorknobs at me.
Why do you think you're better than me?
Or is it just you're small people?
Though that might be unfair.
Then again, you started this, all three of you in your doorknobbing.
And the need to harvest continues to fall as I continue to harvest like it's my job, which I wish that it was because I can write no matter how bad things have turned.
Hey, since Wednesday I've written three very short stories that I wouldn't have written if things had continued as they should have.
And would have if I hadn't been too clever over a thing that probably wouldn't have come up all that often.
So yeah, stupid stupid me.
As for her, well, she did make something out of nothing.
Sigh.
The Boston Brunins are fighting for their playoff lives in ovetrime as they are trailing the series 3 Games to 1.
But I wouldn't be surprised if they win tonight and made it a 6 game series.
Yeah, this series is not going seven games.
Of course I wouldn't have expected last Tuesday to end as it did so what do I know?
Go Lightning?
Well, only for this series.
I want the Isles, who are going to get past the Flyers in 6 games to beat the Lightning on the way to winning their 5th Stnaley Cup and first since their only dynasty to daye when they won from 1980 to 1983 and lost in 1984.
Thank you Oilers.
Eventually, well already, I'd be thankling her for the gift that she gave me in the wake of last week because it propelled me to the writing of thousands of words that will likely be the difference between succeeding in my mission and failing.
And that failing would be what breaks the run of years that would otherwise be 15 as I find the corprorate entity that agrees what I;m doing is wirth supporting because it's a Canadian achievement.
Yeah, it's an achievement! Make no mistake about that.
Wow! The Avalanche are up on the Stars 5-0?
That's unexpected seeing as how good the Star have been since they took over their series over with the Flames.
Will that series go to seven now?
As for the Lightning and Bruins, they ain't solved anything yet.
We're headed into double overtime.
And I am closing in on the necesssary amount of words that I needed thanks to my passing on writing last night, which is a rarity.
But thankfully, I had the time and didn't get waylaid by anything and will bring the 4th quarter to its winning position, just not with the same margin of victory.
But a vistory is a victory and after I have achieved it, I am going to visit the site.
Maybe.
Little Mr. Gnat is probably still there.
Ha ha ha ha!
No he's not a gnat.
And I'm sorry for calling him one.
Repeatedly.
See, that's what a man does.
Right?
As for the her, no following would help make the distance less of a thing and there's always the e-mail.
Sigh.
Yes, it was only 11 days of a thing but those 11 days carry a weight that I have't worked through.
Does that make me weak?
It makes me human.
And if it does make me weak, I shrug and admit that I am not the strongest.
But here I am, pushing through and writing my way towards my goal.
Kuuanonnii.