Well, I'm still insanely and upsettingly exhausted. I have a feeling that isn't going to change for a while. Yesterday morning I was up--I kid you not--at two. In the morning. Twointhemorning. And I didn't go back to sleep. My lovely friend had emailed me the formatted version of The Skeleton Friend, so early yesterday morning, I put it up on Amazon. And that was it. It was official. I wrote a book, and now you can buy it and read it and it's a real thing. It's something I actually did. Not just something I would talk about doing for years, not just something I would dream about at night while I waited for sleep--nope; it's a real goddamn thing. A real thing that I did. I just--honestly, I cannot. I cannot believe it. I wrote a book. And you can go read the book I wrote! It's so crazy. I don't even know what to say about it, anymore. It's just fucking crazy. So, yesterday I was up well before the crack of dawn. I took Zoscha to the dog p...
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