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I reckon it happens to me once every couple of years or so. I should probably keep a record and celebrate those miraculous occurrences:. I get up, make some food, collapse under the weight of human existence, browse the internet, and go back to bed hours later. Planning the structure, splitting up all the different sections, making notes about what episodes will fit where, etc.

Anything to avoid actually writing it. So diving into that process is a very daunting task. My regular, non-writing job is in market research, as an analyst. I look at it. Half an hour on the bike each way to the gym really helps. Today, just two blocks away from my house, a car hits me.

A car genuinely hits me. I also regularly ride into trees or branches. Somehow this fails to register with me. Today, however, the accident is not my fault. There are several pedestrians around and a few come up to me and offer to be witnesses if I need them, so I take their numbers too and eventually ride away.

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I guess I did enjoy this accident overall, because I walked away without any injuries whatsoever, but I also got a lot of attention from strangers and that made me really happy. During our conversation he had mentioned to me that he had to move out of his place by the end of the month and was currently apartment hunting.

He said that yes, this might be of interest to him, and then he also sent me his nudes, which completely validated the seriousness of this exchange. In return, I sent him a video of my apartment so he could get an accurate idea of the layout and ambiance, and made sure I included shots of me shirtless as I walked past every mirror.

I say yes. When he arrives, one of his first moves is to comment how hot it is today, which it is, before lifting his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. I just want to sublet my apartment. I give him the tour. There are two countries I support: Greece where I was born and England where I spent my formative years and became the person that I am.