We interrupt this regularly scheduled morning to bring you...
WRITER FREAKING OUT!
I'm never going to get this done in time. There are too many little mistakes scattered throughout the damn thing to fix by tonight. I'm tired. My eyes are killing me. I've been staring at all this for so long that words no longer make sense. Carry is a word and it's spelled right, right??? I need more coffee. I need another cigarette. I need a Valium - which is saying something because I'm allergic to Valium, but hey, maybe a few hallucinations are just what the doctor ordered... VODKA! 'cept I don't drink anymore. And who the hell can edit while they're drinking?? I need all my faculties... but I don't have all my faculties anymore. I'm losing my mind. This will never ever ever be finished. It's going to kill me. Or I'm going to kill it. Either way something is going to die by Monday morning...
Thank you. I just needed to freak out a little. You may now resume your regularly scheduled morning. And I'll go back to editing.
PS. The above was brought to you by the letters Y and O, and the number 0. It is no way intended to be serious, but was merely a way to get all that out of my head so I could work - and is a better way to do it than standing on my front lawn screaming (which would wake everyone and have men in uniforms arriving to cart me away).
Peace out. ;o)