Oooooooooh Week Two. Dreaded Week Two. Feared Week Two. Hated Week Two.
Oh, how I loathe you.
And how behind you have made me. Rhetorical question: why am I so predictable?
Let’s break it down.
So, um, yeah that’s a pretty accurate representation of my Week Two. Which means I’m busting out the big guns: whiskey, pajamas, and some mint milanos.
Now, back to writing!