November 3rd: Ed

I have been listening to Ed Fuckin' Sheeran for twelve hours straight. It'd be fine if I had more than one or two albums but no, just those ones.

They say writers can only shine through suffering. Fuck that, man. If I listen to Little Bird one more time I'm going to maim a seagull. I'm not kidding. Well, I am. Because I have over forty thousand words until I've finished my project and Ed Fucking Sheeran is helping me get there.

I'm going to go listen to The Smiths for a while and write about hypocrisy.

Ed Fuckin' Sheeran.