fatigue
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Lost All Control
Je m’appelle Juliette. J’aime ecrire… mais pas mon corps. Mon corps deteste mon ecriture. La fatigue… la. Je suis tres fatigue. Tout le temps. …Ma maison est maintenant en desordre!! Work on NtC in terms of edits is on-going. My body is suffering for it. I’m trying to shove all of the updates and edits… Continue reading
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Mad World
5156. That is my current world count for today. I plan on attempting to squeeze out at least another 1K before bed. Or maybe I’ll be up late writing… I have no clue. This contest has taken a lot more out of me than I ever expected. I’m extremely sleep deprived… and confused about whether… Continue reading
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Shut The Door
Good grief. I needed to go to sleep right after I finished my assignment. I just… couldn’t go on. Maybe that’s because I started it late? IDK. For Nano, I’m now -11,900 words for NtC. That’s… not good. It’s so hard to juggle my life with Nano now, though. It’s the strangest thing. My schedule… Continue reading
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Where My Book At?
Tired. So. Very. Tired. I finally reached out and contacted my rheumatologist. I shouldn’t get worn out traveling up and down the stairs. It’s making basic chores very difficult if not impossible. It’s so frustrating that I want to cry. I hope the rheumatologist gets back to me soon. I was dealing with some mild… Continue reading
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Limits
Too often, I have to remind myself that I have to stop or rest. Even though my body screams the alarms, I’ll go and still try to keep on despite that. Today, I wouldn’t say I hit my wall. I’d say I smacked into it, went in six feet, became a gelatinous mass and oozed… Continue reading
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