Well that was intense. It got to the point where I couldn't read it, let alone understand it. You know when you're all dressed up and ready to go somewhere and you're quite nervous and you really don't understand or even quite know what you're doing or why? It's like that.
It's also like cooking Thanksgiving dinner, you wonder whether you forgot the green beans, no you didn't, oh dear, the potatoes are gonna be late, how's the main course doing...why isn't my friend calling back...all these different sorts of task. Checking notes, adding the odd sentence, looking at the style, finding a page number...because it's actually going to be published, it suddenly becomes this huge big deal.
And I want this book spick and fucking span. As good as I can get it. Because it's saying some really intense things, and you need to be wearing a great suit if you're going to say really intense things.
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