546.

Yes. That is how long my transformational writing is so far. And now It's kinda stuck, like tied-to-a train-track stuck with Eurostar heading towards it. This is incredibly frustrating, and just to add my stomach has decided to become the home of an imaginary and yet incredibly fidgety knife for the day. FUN TIMES.

Oh and one last whiny thing

IHATETALKTALKSOFUCKINGMUCHRIGHTNO

WICOULDKILLTHEMANDEATTHEIRBRAINSANDOMGSOANNYOING

That is all

xoxo