I've finally gotten paid. More than I expected!
More work than I can handle too. So I'm set for awhile.
I'm even finally going to cut my hair and buy some tickets.
I did have lots of lovely things to say about how everything is butterflies and roses and sunshine and ponies now.
Unfortunately, my mood has been killed by an article I wrote that was just torn apart. I'd much rather be unpublished than badly edited. I feel like dying knowing that there's a piece of my work published with my name on it, full of grammatical mistakes, factual errors and cliched lines.
I really do. And until tomorrow, there's not a damn thing I can do about it.