I am making an executive decision.
Tonight, I’m tired. I’ve been stressing myself out all day about the business, trying very hard to see good advice as good advice, rather than ‘that thing at which I should very much like to throw a shoe with deadly accuracy and a fair amount of force’.
Today, I procrastinated, and scared myself a lot, and got very little done. It’s one in the morning, and I am foregoing the blog post for today so that I can go to sleep.
You’ve all been very encouraging and inspiring and familial, and that makes me feel special inside, but the longer I depend upon you to push my little butt forward, the longer I am spending scooting along on my butt, and that gets to be embarrassing after a bit. I am standing up now. I like being sassy and adorable at you people, and it tends to get me a lot of cheerleading, for which I thank you profoundly.
However, I would be doing little justice to your cheerleading if I didn’t go out and win this goddamn game already. I’m already in about twelve kinds of overtime. I am shocked that y’all haven’t left early to beat the traffic. It is time for Sudden Death.
Those of you who don’t go for sports have no clue what the hell I’m talking about, but here’s the gist of it.
I won’t be posting on this blog again until I finish the website copy and send it over to my marketing guru.
This is the part where all of you tell me to finish the website copy RIGHT NOW, damn it, because you will be devastated if I don’t post tomorrow.
Clock’s ticking. We’ll see if this drags on for another round or if y’all get to go home soon.
Tick tick tick.
P.S. I just used the word ‘y’all’ twice in one post. That’s . . . unusual. Clearly there is something in the air. It’s that new moon getting to me.
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