Status Updates From Lost Lambs

Mamma mia che bello😍😍😍

Thirdly, behold! The moment I'm sure everybody ('everybody' being 'me' as this was, as was aforementioned in previous progress updates, a self-assigned investignation) has been waiting for; it is my self-assigned honour to now present the grand GNAT Count Finale (GNAT Count: 34) Dua Lipa, you really do need to read more novels. As for my final thought, with my one remaining brain cell, all I have to say is: Hell Gnaw

Secondly, I would like to say gnoodbye and gnood riddance, gnats! Gone but never forgotten...literally, because now, whenever my eyes pass over a word with 'gn' in it, I automatically question whether the g is misplaced and a brain cell threatens to depart from my soul. A fear I did not ask for nor intend to gain from this reading experience, but one that I will carry with me forever gnonetheless.

I do gnot have much to say, except for three things I would like to say, which will be split between 3 progress updates out of necessity due to Goodreads-imposed progress update word count restrictions. Firstly, Dua Lipa, I think it's only fair I hold you as being personally responsible for my current possession of a disproportionately lower amount of brain cells now than in comparison to when I began this gnovel.