Earlier, in the middle of the night, I felt a short burst of sleep paralysis. It was like getting sucked through an oven. Flames sprouted around me and I felt extremely hot under my covers. Then my body was flung through a vortex, like a warp tunnel, until I landed in my bed. It was pretty crazy.
When I woke up for reals, I jumped in on Skype. Today was publishing date for another collaboration. Just wanted to check the current status before launch. I didn't expect the publisher to stagger the chapters. So far, these collaborations have ended up with disappointing results. I guess we severely overestimated our star power. Well, always nice to write something different for a change.
I spent most of the day reading what my fellow authors wrote and went through my daily workout routine. I ate pizza for dinner--four slices. Slowly but surely, I'm sculpting a pretty nice body. I mean, I'm no Bruce Lee, but I'm halfway between fit and flabby. The past four years of light workouts has finally started to bear fruit.
Even though it's Valentine's Day, I'd like to remember it as the anniversary of my layoff. I can't believe I went through an entire year without doing a single goddamned thing. I don't know if that's sad or impressive, but as long as I got money in the bank, I'll live.
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