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Downwood's up at the hospital. He was having chest pains and shortness of breath and the EMTs took him there last night. I got the kids back to bed and then tried to stay awake to find out what was going on with him. So I tried to make my daily NaNoWriMo word count. The worry and upset crept into what I was writing. Eventually I realized that I wasn't going to be able to stay on target, so I gave up and just wrote what I was feeling. I wrote most of it with my eyes closed (see above about trying to stay awake).

I read over the last little bit of it just now. I'm....not entirely sure what I was thinking.

I present to you: Unedited Ramblings of a Tired, Worried Sabine:

And no, I am really, really tired. Faling asleep at the eyboard again tired. There needs to be an argument where bakerhas to admit that the machine isn't totally rea ready to discussion and leanring. Also, he investion needs to be strong and slow. Sometimes'Now, if someone else would tae a risk, tat'd be neat. Hus Hedird.

And now bed, I think. Not sue why I was thinking about my poor, defunct html code

Yeah, bed. Otherwide I need to start talking about some of the even wirder things going on in my  min. Also, Iceland is the center of dealing with things from the imort file. I had to write an autohokey scrip to be able to pull the dat from the view into the master. Then the Master decides what it needs/wants to send with a…not master, View-model. Then the view modelt post back to the database. And the circule of life, liberty, and the perusuirt of broken doorknos, I need to wonder if the dorornobs there have funny or lewed shaps. Or if they're just pling door knockers.


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