Perfection is a mirage to which I just keep on trudging.

Dragging my pen and plot behind me, I lug my anxiety-riddled butt through Cozy Mystery Land only one destination on my mind.

I refuse to stop at Half-Hearted.

I guffaw at Just Good Enough.

I disdain This Will Do.

…And I will drop dead at the feet of Exhaustion.

This has got to stop.

Just saying.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe