I was sick almost all week so: about 5 days (ish) of listing sideways and staring blankly into space while burning up with fever; plus 2 days (ish) of listening to Troye Sivan songs on repeat while alternately frantically testing for a work deadline and frantically writing "echo, the echo." The draft hasn't quite broken 30k, but it's very close.
I also have been watching a lot of Midsomer Murders and feel that I should notify you all that it gets much, much better later in its run. Don't get me wrong, it's still totally absurd, but around the same time they swapped Barnabys they also hit a real sweet spot for me in terms of owning the absurdity of the premise and really leaning into it in a totally delightful way. Literally last time on Midsomer Murders: fake alien abductions and Alison Steadman. Why, you ask? And I say: why the hell not, motherfucker. Why. The hell. Not.
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I also have been watching a lot of Midsomer Murders and feel that I should notify you all that it gets much, much better later in its run. Don't get me wrong, it's still totally absurd, but around the same time they swapped Barnabys they also hit a real sweet spot for me in terms of owning the absurdity of the premise and really leaning into it in a totally delightful way. Literally last time on Midsomer Murders: fake alien abductions and Alison Steadman. Why, you ask? And I say: why the hell not, motherfucker. Why. The hell. Not.