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desperanceIt's six o'clock, and my delivery hasn't come. Snarl. Tracking tells me that it reached Sunderland at 5am, but another thirteen hours were not apparently enough to move it another fifteen miles. I have been sitting here telling myself stories about how half their drivers have the swine flu, or the van had a crash on the road, or...
What I have not been doing is sitting here telling the world a story, in that writing-a-novel kind of way. Despite the chapter-start breakthrough recorded earlier. I stalled out, and have just been fretting since.
I think, at six o'clock, I can deduce that it's not coming now, and go shopping...?
What I have not been doing is sitting here telling the world a story, in that writing-a-novel kind of way. Despite the chapter-start breakthrough recorded earlier. I stalled out, and have just been fretting since.
I think, at six o'clock, I can deduce that it's not coming now, and go shopping...?