This week needs to end. End, end, end. It needs to be over.
Oi. The crazies are coming out of the woodwork, the kids have gone insane, the teachers are at the ends of their ropes and we’ve still got three weeks to go.
I may not make it. Uncharged, I mean. If someone is going down, it will not be me. I’d like to think not a jury on earth would convict me, but I’ve come to the realization that there are a lot of stupid people out there.
I’m coming to agree with Keen, the character whose book I’m trying to work on. I care about people. I want them to be happy. I do. Somewhere over there. Not near me.
Gotta get published, gotta get published…
And on that note, I’m off to write that damned synopsis.