... no more sprinting today.

After 14:00 sprint, friends spontaneously "invaded" and dragged me out to Black Friday drinks in the nearby mall that's open till midnight today. They were quite abashed (and insulted) that I wanted to leave after "just" two hours. But I nearly died! The whole F–ing country was in that bloody mall! My claustrophobia had a blast! It was incredibly loud, bright, olfactory offensive, hot, and I'm hoarse from yelling during the conversation and my ears are ringing

I'm recovering from depression, means ISOLATION. Daily chores and authority hassles plus NaNo were all I could handle just so this month. And, different than my friends thought, exposure is not always the therapy of choice. But I endured the two hours for their sake... stupid me.

Anyway, I'll have a good night's sleep, and cross the finish line tomorrow, well-rested and in peace. I'll also do my couple better justice by it.

Sprint you tomorrow.

Happy Writing.