With the admission that everything written last night about not having the right soundtrack for noveling being a fetid pile of excuse, I have finally gotten past the song “Kiss with a Fist” and bought myself the Florence + the Machine album that pretty much everyone else of my music taste bought themselves, oh, say, 18 months ago.

TONIGHT THERE WILL BE WRITING. OH YES. THERE WILL BE WRITING.

Also from-scratch fetuccine alfredo with chicken and spinach.

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