Hanniver Natters

Well, sodomy.  Just screwed up at work.  Like, kind of a lot.

Fucksticks.

Shit.

T-minus 12 days to this whole dammit-just-do-it-write-the-damn-book-already and I’m freaking right out.  I have too many ideas, and they’re all unrelated, and I can feel myself setting up excuses to fail.

Ugh.

Stupid inner critic.