Day 50 ought to feel like an accomplishment.
I'm sure it would if I hadn't been flat on my back the ENTIRE day, getting up only to greet my mom and allow her to take me out to lunch after dropping off my guinea pigs (pictures of them tomorrow), and to drift through writing group (to which I went only because it was something of mine being critiqued that night).
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