Is there a morning-after type antedote for wanting to take back giving out your raw, unedited versions of your innermost thoughts?
FAAAAARK and double fark.
I've been making PDF's of my book chapters. Am nauseous glancing (and then becoming obsessively involved in) one in particular and I can't stop the bouts of crying. Reading my words and knowing that at this very moment, they are probably being read (albeit by one of the people I would trust my life with).
It really aches. But at the same time, it's so goddamn cathartic that I wonder why I didn't do this sooner. "This" being, getting my editing team on the case.
But oh FAAAAAARK just once again before I sign off. STEVE! Where are you with that pizza, boy??!!! I need to eat in glutonous amounts.
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