Kitty Power


I’m so irritated and sleep-deprived that I had succumbed to cursing out an inanimate object. Then again, it’s thinking…I swear, the office computer knows how to wait for the time when I’m feeling remotely confident and secure in the work going according to plan before it starts fucking with me. Even the publisher rep who deals with this stuff all the time wanted to throw it out the window. After 2 hours of hardly getting anywhere, he said: “when this is over, we’ll have to go out and get a big drink.” Word.

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