Day Twenty-Eight: One Day... Early?!

Indeed. One day early. I was thinking about writing another session earlier, going for three in one day, but I'm not so sure anymore. My fingers hurt. My brain is a little mushy. If not today, then tomorrow or Friday will be a double session. I gua-ran-tee.

By the way, as you'll see in the excerpt, I've left my name in this time. The book is somewhat autobiographical, and I don't see the point in hiding that from you anymore, dear cheerleaders. Thank you for understanding my earlier hesitations and shyness. Now, have at it!

Daily Goal: 2500

Today's (Tomorrow's, actually!) Word Count: 2821

Surplus (I don't do deficits, anymore): 321

J.W.B.: 4301

“You’ve probably heard someone my age say this before, but just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m stupid!” Jim blushed involuntarily, and the old woman pressed her point, “See, I know what I’m talking about! That look on your face wasn’t you being mad at your girlfriend, I can tell.”
“How do you know that?” Jim asked defensively, “I could very well be…” Why was he arguing with this woman?
“No you weren’t, you were debating something else in your head. It’s okay, I understand. Sometimes the things in our head need to get out somewhere. If you don’t let it out, it can drive you crazy. That’s why I keep a journal,” she finished.
Shocked, Jim stared at the woman, mouth hanging wide open. “How did you… You can’t possibly…”
“Can’t possibly know what?” she smiled.
“Nothing,” Jim said. “It’s nothing. My name is Jim, by the way.”
“Gloria Fortuna,” the old woman said, shaking Jim’s outstretched hand. “Oh, nice grip, young Jim, I hate men who won’t give me a strong handshake! Just ‘cause I’m old doesn’t mean I’m weak!”
Jim smiled in spite of himself. He did not know who this woman was, but he liked her. Crazy as it seemed, there was a sparkle in her eye, a literal sparkle. Life seemed to flow from her wrinkled skin, her knobby knuckles, her graying, curly hair.