07.21.05

Until you've comb-cound 10 books of 200+ pages each, you haven't lived. No. Really. My girly parts are tingling with the excitement of all of it.

*sigh*

What scares me is that this job could take over everything. I have to manage to continue to write, send out stuff, and get my rejections. One of these days, dammit. I've been trying to send several copies of my recent chapbook to a friend and it's like getting a brick to salsa...not much luck.

Well, I'm still at the shop and I want to go back to the house. I'm planning a wild evening of lying on the floor, watching terrible softcore porn, and reading.

I am a wild woman.

Go. Be fabulous.

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