113 pages to go.
12 days left in February. I'm counting today, because it's still yesterday.
113/12 = 9.4167repeating pages per day to finish the book, turn it in, March 1.
I wrote 2.5 today.
But I started at 11 30 and it's 1, so the fire is there, because, get this:
Let's say I were awake fourteen hours a day and I could write for all of them except hours when I'm eating tofu (about one, per day). So thirteen, my lucky number. (—not. it's nine).
2.5 pgs / 1.5 hrs = 1.66pg/hr
12 days * 13hrs = 156hrs
156hrs * 1.66pgs = 258.96pgs
It's entirely, physically possible to eat tofu one hour per day and finish this book by March 1st. In fact I'll have:
(258.96pgs - 113pgs)/258.96pgs = 56.36% of my time left to spare.
I know what you're thinking.
Where did this boy get so good at math?
Mrs. Blanchard's class at Centennial Middle.
She liked Magic: the Gathering.
I paid attention because, Here's an adult who understands the simpler things, I thought.
Her name's in the book.
Respect, Mrs. Blanchard, you old charlie.
It's weird I just want to take pictures of things on my desk and send you them?
If weird = exhibitionistic, yes.
It's not worth being scared.
I think I said that four times today, interior monologue.
Each time I had to figure out what I was scared of first. Then I did it.
Made for a damn good day, tell you what.
Here's my current hottraklist:
And then the entire album Ctrl by SZA and Wild is the Wind by Nina Simone. Those I don't do in parts.
Final countdown, folks!
Let's do this.
*It's also my favorite YouTube comment discovery of the year so far. It's funny for several reasons. I keep it on my desktop: