tinkle.

ladies and gentlemen, we have entered crunch time.

my nose is spending so much time pressed to the grindstone this week that i am starting to chafe (har har har) and maybe i will end up looking like michael jackson (too soon?) but Werewolf Jesus must be in the mail, padded envelope, on its way to Colorado by FRIDAY. after that, it’s in the hands of the agent and i don’t know much about the process from there.

‘rocketman’ was my absolute favorite movie growing up (followed closely by ‘dunston checks in’ and ‘good burger’) and there’s this part where doofy fred z. randall – last minute choice for a trip to mars – is about to takeoff in the spaceship. they start the countdown and he starts freaking out and saying that he’s not ready and finally screams

I HAVE TO GO TINKLE!

and it kind of feels a little bit like that to me right now.

needless to say, i should be getting back to work, but in the meantime check out my friend knuck’s blog
i’m stealing a quote from her entry on a wrinkle in time, so you can say you read it way back when.

prayers, encouragement and shipments of smartfood and red grapes (preferred writing snacks) are welcomed and appreciated.

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  1. Atta girl Mar, I see you posting before 8am! Living the life of a Go Gettaaaah! Keep it up!

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