Y’all better read this. And like it.
I pride myself on being a Little Engine Who Could. I have a tendency to get so mad at obstacles that I bulldoze through them and find myself on the other side, miraculously. But today my bulldozder is just pooped.
I’m also feeling seriously dehydrated, because I’ve cried enough this morning to float Baby Moses back to Mama, ifyaknowattamean. There’s a lot going on right now that would put me in such a fragile state of weepiness, but the circumstance that made my salty cup overflow was the little blog that got disastrously eaten by WordPress and caused a two-hour job to become a four-hour job. (To kiss my boo-boo, please read it. Please. Its right here. Here. Here.)
I won’t even tell you what I get paid for this, because that would be embarrassing and you might lose all respect for me as a writer and semi-sane person if you haven’t already. I’m chugging along, but today feels all uphill and no breeze, all bun and no bratwurst, all working out and no weight loss.
Chugga chugga chugga chugga…
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