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I was just putting the finishing touches on the collection of Synne City short stories so I could publish it today when I realized one of the stories was in the LAST collection of stories.  Yeah, just shoot me.  All that work for naught.

Now I have to insert another short story in there. 

After I finished publishing, I was going to Frys and buy Windows 10 for my new HD. In case you didn't know, my laptop crashed about a year ago. I've been using my wife's less rebust laptop, which is Windows 10. I hated it, but now I'm kind of used to 10, so... Latest greatest and all that shit.

Now I'm not sure if I should fix this book, or go to the store anyway. 

I blame the COVID19 pandemic. Just because I can. It has disrupted my writing. I'm working on five different main WIPs right now, because since the pandemic started I cannot concentrate on any one of them for more than a day, or a few hours, at a time.  So this kind of fuck up is perfect for me to blame on the pandemic. God forbid I blame myself. That would be taking responsibility. We can't have any of that nonsense.