It's 47 pages long.

It's 47 pages long of late night writing.

It's 47 pages long of late night writing and planning.

Nah, I'm not complaining...just highly infuriated - with myself.

It's obsessive compulsive, I think.

Whatever it is, it's bad.

It's bad and unhealthy.

Or maybe it's just that the whole thing has been jinxed.

I should have listened to myself.

But did I?

Nope.

This is just plain mean.

It's plain mean and evil.

And unhealthy.

And what's with people today?

It was just one simple question.

Just say Yes or No.

It's just that simple, people.

But no.

Just don't say your reply, why don't ya?

I need my medication.

Where is it?