*four-legged, furry muse tucks
tail and runs*
Despite what my dog, and probably my mother, would claim, “command
decision time” does not necessitate the drums of doom swelling in the
background. Not all CDT’s precipitate bleak, life-changing announcements (such
as the classic “I’ve decided to quit school because I’m going insane” gem back
in ’92. I’m sure my mother still shivers at the memory of that one.)
Nope, this CDT is quite boring. A yawner, if you will.
I’ve decided to scrap the daily word quota today and only write as much
as I want to write.
While hardly earth-shattering news to the generally sane public, this
“wildness” on my part is big in my little abnormal world (the guilt-ridden,
obsessive perfectionist nut world, to be exact.)
So, please join me in either applauding this unexpected break from my stringent
routine… Or throw a tomato at me and call me a slacker. That command decision
is yours.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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