Strike five. This was finished at 00:17, one day late. Tonights will be along on time, but I can't say when. I have a 3500 essay due in tomorrow, and I have, ohh, about 600 written. I fell asleep at the computer last night when I was working on my psychology essay and hadn't had chance to write last night's. Sorry.
“How fucking hard is it just
to write one hundred words?” Blue huffed. “If the Author can’t keep this up,
s/he shouldn’t have started this thing to begin with.”
“I’m sure the Author has a
very good excuse this time,” Raven told him.
“No, I’m pretty sure s/he
just forgot and fell asleep,” argued Blue.
“Will then take that up with
the Author,” snapped Raven. “And did you remember to feed your horse this
morning?” he asked.
“I fed it yesterday, it’ll
be fine,” replied Blue.
“Go and feed your damn
horse, Blue,” demanded Raven, shoving Blue out the door.
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