Writing and writing and writing and writing. It's just constant writing. I'm going insane, all I see around me is paper. Eliza keeps telling me to take a break. But I can't, I have to finish. I have unfinished papers to publish and I've gotta get ready to talk to Jefferson and Madison today. I plan to give them what they want because it'll get me what I want. It doesn't matter where the capital goes, the banks will be in the same spot. Well make New York City the most known city in the world. I'm running out of time. I write faster, only to have to throw the paper away, my handwriting is illegible. I look over to my left, It's a letter from John, I miss him. I promised him I would make his name known. I look back at the paper in front of me, I have no clue what to write. I'm running out of time. I need a break, bad. Phillip knocks on the door to my study, and I sigh. 10 minutes. I get up and open the door. He's 9 years old. Damn. Time has flown. I've missed so much. But I can't stop, Eliza. I'm building this world, this country, for them. For Phillip and Angelica.