Charitable

Well, I'm feeling much, much better after a night of tossing and turning. The cat kept me company during a "stress cry," and I got much of the tension out.

I also came to the conclusion that I cannot in good conscience turn in my revision tonight. It won't be in any shape to be sent off to a publisher, and I truly don't think it's my best writing. Or near it. I would be ashamed of this piece if it did get published. I will need more time to craft it. For those of you who are thinking this is a hypocritical move on my part, after I've bashed a bunch of slacker-writers for not getting their work in, think on this: My commentary grade is on the line, and we cannot spend class time doing the planned activity because of their lateness. That has an effect on the whole class. My not giving the professor envelopes of crap doesn't affect anyone but her, and myself. And she's very understanding about things like this. I don't think one mishap is going to pull down my grade.

Anyway, that's the state of things as far as this class is concerned. Just wanted to clear things up regarding my mood. I'm perfectly cheerful now, and will be for a while, I hope. Please disregard the previous rant. And no. I've decided not to spell check this one. Happy birthday me.

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