Oi. It’s been a while since I’ve had to edit a paper that was that bad. I wish she had sent the thing to me sooner, because as it is she’s only got another day before it’s due. I always say: the sooner you send it the better, but noooooo, it arrives the day before or thereabouts and now she’s got hardly any time to redo it. Because that’s what I told her she needed to do. Start over. Poor monkey!
Ugh… need to stretch some now, still all coiled up and slouchy from editing. More later perhaps.
listening to: Front Line Assembly – Forge
eating: some pickley flavoured chips
word count: 787
word of the day: inchoate
feeling: slightly ill (too many chips)
headspace: under a flowering pear tree