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9/24 - Cheez-its help me write. Don't judge me. I don't know what it is about 'em, but the creative juices really start to flow when I'm crunching on a mouthful of those delightful little squares of flavorful goodness. I'm grateful they're legal.

If Cheez-its were a drug, I'd be the most notorious cartel lord of all time. They'd call me El Queso. I would own governments and command armies. It would be swell.

But seriously, I'm making great advances with the Brotherhood arc. Even came up with a plot twist I wasn't expecting, but I believe it will enhance the story. I might even still be on track to publish by Christmas! There's no better stocking stuffer than a...um...er...uh...ebook?

I've come to the conclusion that it's ok to snack on cheez-its, as long as I can be disciplined enough to contain it to when I write, AND as long as I take my happy butt around the block a couple of times a week. For Colby, it's worth it.

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