No zero word count days this week! (Just one less-than-satisfactory word count day.)
April 28th: I have a good enough excuse: I graduated from therapy! After just twelve weeks, my progress graph shows clinically significant improvement. I celebrated with my boyfriend, beer, and a second-rate horror film starring Julianne Hough. Between my day job and the appointment, I managed to put my butt in chair and type out an acceptable paragraph. Progress is progress, right?
May 2nd: If I fail to make my word count tonight, it’s because my roommate took me to Trader Joe’s for the first time ever, poured me a glass of red wine (which I refilled three more times) and chased with chocolate coconut almonds while watching stand-up comedy (Louis C.K. is my boy). And I’m now about to go do Day 29 of 30 Days of Yoga even though I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be on Day 28. Surprise, surprise! I’m no good at math.
