Bastards.
I may have gone to bed at some ridiculously early hour, but one of these four-footed bastards woke me near 5.30am. Now it's nearly 9, I'm still tired, I can't get back to sleep, and I've written the start of a scene I can't continue.
Sigh.
Nap. I need nap.
Sigh.
Nap. I need nap.
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I have to make a gown for a fashion show in Boston
and lacing loops would look much more polished than grommets.
LOVE