Very close to done with Fighting for Strangers. I've forced myself to work on it tonight. I just wish Russ would get home. Still another six or seven hours, though.
Things aren't that bad. I'm just tired from this last week. If I thought I could, I would just crawl off into bed and sleep for a few hours. Unfortunately, the way I feel right now, I'd just stay awake anyway.
63,985. I'm betting I'll have it done in a thousand words or so.