I Sleep On My Stomach (crazy, I Know) But I Struggle For Way Too Long To Get Comfy Because My Boobs Keep

I sleep on my stomach (crazy, I know) but I struggle for way too long to get comfy because my boobs keep getting in the way!!!!

Thunder sounded with the promise of rain.

So why the hell did I get hail?!?!

Family bonding activity: Insulting my parents' siblings!

The only one exempt is my dad's brother (my favorite uncle) because he's the best. He's a cop, and ACAB, but he's the best

De-aged Bruce, bored and wants to start shit: Hey, Tim, was it? I noticed that you kinda look and act like a mini-me. Are you one of my bio kids?

Tim: Nope, I'm actually Janet and Jack Drake's son

Bruce: And? Doesn't refute my statement

Tim: What? Bruce, that's impossible. It's not like you–

Tim, realizes what Bruce was implying: Son of a bitch, you didn't

Bruce: *smirks*

Tim: Seriously?! My mom?!

Bruce: Your dad's a good kisser, too, by the way

Tim: *gags* I did not need to know this

Batkids: *wheezing in the background*

Tim: Why, why are you telling me this?!

Bruce: *goes closer* Because it hurts you

In case you didn't know, video game soundtracks are designed to keep you focused, especially Boss Music.

Whenever I can't focus or it gets too loud when I'm writing, I turn on video game music (that doesn't have lyrics).

For some reason, the only one that has been able to keep me focused on my writing for more than an hour is Death By Glamour (MTT's Theme from Undertale).

Idky, but that's how the cookie crumbled.

Mom says that there's too many moving parts for her to like it. Dad's never heard it

So, I just checked the deadline on a story I'm writing, and it's a lot sooner than I thought it was. It kinda snuck up on me.

What doesn't help is that I had to completely scrap previous progress and restart about a month ago.

I'm at 12,000 words currently, give or take a few, but I still have a lng way to go.

The latest deadline is July 8th.

Wish me luck, please