Sunday attack 5: so many broken promises

Sunday attack 5: so many broken promises

OK, I turned on my phone to call my mother about visiting tonight (at
19, after today's successful—don't you dare suggest it isn't—writing
marathon), and then I got lost peeking at Twitter.

Checking in an ancillary page about the hash-promise I broke seems
thematic. (Breaking the convention of not mentioning my real name on
the blog is not unprecedented in ancillary content as opposed to the
main text, and I want the hash to validate.)

Let's keep the momentum going for a few hours!!