You'd think I wouldn't keep myself up all night writing, and I even promised myself that I wouldn't, but I did anyway. To be fair, only 311/2021 words were after midnight, and I'm behind again.
I'm apparently writing a murder-mystery with some fantasy elements, despite the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing. Though I have killed two people already and it gives me a good excuse to kill some more.
I got my new glasses today, finally. They feel weird, since it has been 5-6 years since I got the previous pair, but I like them. Especially because I can actually see now. My right eye seems to be getting worse exponentially faster than the left for some reason.