Editing

Editing is both the saddest and happiest part of writing. 

I'm happy, because it means I'm almost done, and I get to present something that I'm really proud of. 

I'm sad, because editing is awful. 

I've got 60 pages and need no more than 40. 

I have 215 footnotes that need to be proofread. 

I'm going to Arkansas for a week soon. 

I take my orals the 22nd.

I need to turn this in by Tuesday.

I have about 15 other little things to do for school.

I have to make a syllabus for my class.

I only have about a half a cup of coffee left. 

Uh-oh. 

Here is one of my favorite cartoons, that pretty much describes this feeling. 

*I have no idea where this originated. My mom got me a print of it years ago, and it's all over the internet.

In reality, it will be fine. 

I'm almost done, and I know my stuff, and I'm good at what I do. 

And soon, very soon, I have the long-awaited mascara review, a couple of food reviews, and I'm going to talk about the Devil's game, Monopoly. 

After I get more coffee.