#365DaysOfWriting – Day 211

I’m Batman

No, not quite literally. It’s just that my really, REALLY sore throat has given me a deep voice, almost (but not quite like) Kevin Conroy. I do wish I had a voice like that though…

I think the cough syrup and tablet are doing their work…

I feel incredibly drowsy and unfocussed. Definitely NOT like Batman. That guy could plough through 20 guys without needing to sleep for 72 hours straight. Maybe that’s why he’s a comic book character, and I exist in the real world…

Okay, I’m rambling. The medicine is taking even more effect. Time to stop. See you tomorrow, world.

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