He pecked at his keyboard furiously. You’d think with as much as he wrote, he’d be better at typing than he was, but he was still terrible. It didn’t matter. He had to get the rest out before he lost it. There were only fifty more words to go.
These were the finishing touches to a month long writing exercise that he wasn’t sure he’d finish. Now that he was close, he wanted to get it done quickly. He wanted to go out on a high note. Was this it? Was this right? Did this really work?
The end.
33 Grams of Blog 
What about second November?
I don’t think he knows about second November.
Well … He does now.
Nah. He doesn’t read this blog.
That seems wrong. Are you sure?
No internet in the Shire.
That’s weird. You’d think those pipe smoking partiers would be all about the internet. Sharing recipes. Buying weed in bulk. Etc.
I would say it did!! Well done!
Thank you!
Yay! Happy Ending! Wait, no, I mean… congrats on finishi… no, what is wrong with me?! I give up. Cheer Peppers forever! 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶
Cheerpeppers!!!