In Which I Do It (not "it" it, perv)
Brain . . . dead . . .
but it's done.
Revisions. Are. Done.
(Can I say that one more time?)
REVISIONS ARE DONE!!!
Well, you know, kind of done.
Today I mailed and hand-delivered copies to my super-fab feedback crew, and I have a week off. (Before I revise again.) Not that I won't be writing this week. I will definitely be writing. But I won't be writing THAT.
I can't think straight to be clever. Though I do have a good cannibal joke:
Why don't cannibals eat clowns?
Because they taste funny.
Will be back soon with regularly scheduled blog. With regularly scheduled life. With regularly scheduled sleep.
Sleep is awesome. It reminds me of this book:
Which is also awesome.
And I'd talk about it more -- give a detailed, pie chart presentation of said Awesomeness -- were I not so much like the guy in the background of this:
I am going to sleep now.