A Thank-You Note

At 10:24 p.m. today, the eighteenth of November, 2016, I achieved what I had always thought unachievable: writing 50,000 words in my novel; and thus, I—without a sloppily shaped shadow of a pathological doubt with which my mind occasionally mates—thought it would be nice to write a thank-you note in which I thank all of those who helped me reach the unreachable.

If you're one of the six people who are eager to read my novel and keep asking me when it will be finished, I'm sorry to let you know that I still cannot give you an answer. "Surprise, motherfucking surprise," thought the reader. However, I assure you that I only need to finish the last chapter. No more rewriting and rethinking; I'm actually far too depleted to do anymore rewriting.

Let's get back to the main topic of this blog entry: expressing my thankfulness, and enough already with digression—the same digression for which I got reprimanded severely on countless occasions by my professors back in college years, as I used to crazily practice the irritating art of sandwiching words between words to talk lingeringly about subtopics that barely had any clear significance or loose relevance; and as you can see, I am still doing it. So, here we go—my thank-you list goes like this: Thank you, life.

That's it, I guess.