C H A P T E R E I G H T
I was in a good mood as I made my way to Dad and Melinda's home. Before leaving my residence, I loaded my files onto my laptop and made some progress on my job.
I had a plan: after eating supper and quickly explaining everything to Dad and Melinda, I would hide out in Dad's den and work until my eyesight became fuzzy.
This strategy was only flawed by my exhaustion. I was exhausted since I barely had four to five hours of quality sleep the night before. In my line of work, attention to detail was crucial, and being hazy was bad. However, I believed that if I put in two to three solid hours of focus and got a good night's rest, I would be able to go full force and kick some book editors' asses the following day.
I was feeling terrific and really stoked for supper
