On Hold: Tales of an Almost Successful Writer has Note to Self: Your Digits are in Danger:
if I was to hazard an opinion on what made me think I was stressed (besides the thumb-sucking), I might add that my eyes are like two live coals boring holes through my skull, my gut is full of broken glass, my teeth are clenched so tight I could have bitten a rebar in half, my muscles are twitching like Muppets on crack...and I'm sitting here in front of the computer. Trying to convince myself that now is a great time to get some writing done...Posted by Simon at December 6, 2004 07:21 AMThey promise that all winners will be notified by...
March 31, 2005.
What was I thinking?! Now I have to wait for them to crush my measly, pewling aspirations, and it's going to take much longer for that! To quote Gir: "But I need tacos or I'll explode! That happens to me sometimes..."
[Okay, that quote had nothing to do with my rant. But Invader Zim rocks, and Gir is the bomb track, yo!]