Seventh: Pee-Wee's Blog Adventure

I am thankful to the little pokes that I give at my story chapters, because it means that I can crunch time to get them out within a reasonable amount of time.

Not that I'm actualy losing very much coherancy as I type; you see, I've gotten to the point where sleep is just a means to an end for passibg time. I have surpassed the block where I have to cease my writing to ensure that I on't lose anything as i type, since I have mastered the art of mind-flow typing, where I just stare at the keyboard and go to town on it, writing out whatever I can think, almost as fats as I can keep up mimnh it.

No, I'm not really some sort of super-powered writing machine; i've seen other folks do that, and it mystehitfyies me. How a personr can mak t semm as if they don't even have to slep to be ale to make out a large amount of typing while sv still reminaning chojherent and suchk.

But Randi, I hear you cry, whatbfiif i can do ll that stuff an d i dont realy nedsd anynbsort t of helpp with whjat im' doinng bebakocjse iop' not falij g almeepd, i'm djus resting m,ys esyukldfghn/////////////////////////////////////////////

Or, you can just get in a quick nap, and be ready to go in no tim.