I made it.
I handed my piece in at 4:00, but some paragraphs are still driving me nuts. It's 2:30am and I'm crossing out lines and trying again, but the thing with writing is the same thing with wounds: aint no amount of rushing gonna heal that wrong. Sometimes you just gotta let it sit. So I will.
That said, if you want to read it drop me an email (email@example.com) and I'll send it to you, though I feel the need to warn you that you may not like me when you're done.
I have a compulsion to confess my sins. The big ones. It would be easier if I were Catholic.
But don't be afraid to ask to read it. I can use all the absolution I can get. Unless, of course, you're mean. Don't ask me to send it to you if you're mean.
Someone has got to go to bed.
Good night, dear hearts.