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.
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.