I cruised the Harlot’s post on 34 wee tiny leaves last night as I was proofing galleys, and wrote a response that’s at least two blocks past Goofy with a right on Weird:
My manuscript sucks
My manuscript bites
It’s not what I want
To be reading tonight
But I have to proof it
And change where I goofed it
And my brain and my eyes
Are working their loosest
So I’m taking a break
How much more can I take?
Til I see the Harlot make socks
That would make my brain ache.
Now my work doesn’t grieve me
You all can believe me
If she can knit thirty-four
Tiny ol’ leaves, gee–
I can finish my proofing
My awful typed goofing
And as a reward
I can knit up a new thing!
Go Harlot and her leaves!
And now, after three hours of sleep (Ladybug was on a ‘let’s make the parents wacko with exhaustion’ kick) that’s not looking any less strange.
BTW? I start a new semester on Monday–I’m not thinking about it because I don’t want to sob through my last two days of break! I’ve got nearly 200 pages to go, and a nap to take, so I’m gonna git crackin’!
