I finally finished the stinking essay I have been working on for almost two weeks. JFC, two weeks for six pages. That kind of sucks. Anyway, I have been sitting here, kicking back, reveling in the moment of completion. That is the best moment, before anyone sees it, before anyone edits, comments, judges, or appraises it, and the writing is simply done. You've puked it out on the paper, and there it is. It is one of the better feelings in my world.
Anyway, while I was kicked back and looking at the printed pages with a satisfaction that is more smug than it warrants, I happened to look at my half wall. As my mind wandered to what I was listening to through the headset, I happened to notice that I have a small can of WD-40 sitting next to a cut glass bottle. If I was a more proper female, I imagine I would have jumped up and put it away. Not me though. I gigglesnorted and thought about oiling my desk chair again.
Dork. *L*
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