After working nonstop for months, literally, I have completed the big manuscript, uploaded it, and am now, for the time being, done.

I’ve been putting things aside for “after it’s done” for weeks, and now that “it’s done” I have so much to do I don’t know what to do first. What I wanna do is sit around, do nothing, eat, read, and sleep. But there’s house renovation to complete, summer to plan, vacation to figure out, weekends to fill with good fun, and many, many things to straighten, clean, purge or otherwise organize.

Hm. Pass me a book. I really, really just want to turn my brain off for awhile.

Manuscript: 108k words

Morag: Tired.  But happy.

All done! I did it! Commence singing of much joy and happiness. WOOO! 

T-minus one day until the manuscript is due.

I have motherfucking pinkeye.

Fuck that.

That is all.

You say it’s my birthday? It is, it is!

Happy day to me! I’m home, in my jammies, working nonstop because The Book is due on a few days, but it’s quiet and cool, and I’m happy.

I woke up to a crawly, happy Baba O’Riley, who crawled all over me, giving me raspberries and clapping his hands, and then I got Freebird dressed and ready for school - normally I’ve left for work by the time they wake up. And then, as Hubby was taking the boys to the car, Freebird said, “Bye bye mommy. You can go write now! Time to write!”

Yup, you are so right, dude.

Yay! Happy birthday to me! I hope your day is marvelous as well!

Here are things you should not do when it is 100 degrees:

1. Be in Manhattan. There, it’s at least 110.
2. Be sick with a migraine.
3. Be sick in Manhattan. It’s 110 degrees and it takes an hour to get home.
4. Be sick in your office bathroom in Manhattan. It’s not 110 degrees there but you’re still an hour from home.
5. Be sick in the Port Authority Bus Terminal.
6. Be sick in the Port Authority Bus Terminal in a garbage can. It’s more than 110 in the garbage can, at least judging from the smell. However, the smell moves the sick part right along at a clipping pace.
7. Be sick in the Port Authority Bus Terminal in a garbage can in 110 degree heat by yourself, still an hour from home.

If you can avoid those seven things, you’ll be in a much better place than I was the past two days. Thank heavens for central air in my house, because I got in bed and didn’t leave for 2 days.

And may the person who invented percocet be gifted with spontaneous chocolate today and ever after.

This is the last weekend before my book deadline.

Ur. Did you know I’m writing a book? I am. The Smart Bitch book. It’s due. I’m writing. I’m tired. Holy shit. So this weekend, I’m going to be writing all the time, non stop.

And it’s going to be 98 and humid. OH FUCK THAT. So not only will I have the ends of my hair in both sides of my mouth, chewing away in a caffeine-fueled panic, but I’ll be worrying about Hubby wrangling both dudes in the heat that’s so freaking hot it’s not entirely safe for Baba O’Riley.

*sigh*

One more week, and then I hand in the manuscript. Keep swimming. Swimming sounds good, actually. Wonder if I can edit a chapter on pen and paper in the pool....

After sitting on the threshold of the great Democratic National Orgasm as superdelegates jumped one after another into the boat that says “Obama,” I went upstairs to work while Hubby, with much glee, watched election returns. He also went to the grocery store because he is a prince among men, but that’s not the point of this entry.

I was idly clicking through some of the coverage online, and found the greatest comment ever. On the AmericaBlog, in response to an entry that shows a report on MSNBC that Clinton’s camp has said that she won’t accept the VP spot but that Obama better dare not offer the spot to another woman.

*(blinks)*

Anyway. Best comment ever:

She’s like Wayne’s ex-girlfriend in Wayne’s World.

Stacy: You don’t like it? Fine. You know Wayne, if you’re not careful, you’re going to lose me.

Wayne Campbell: I lost you 2 months ago. We broke up. Are you mental?

AWESOME.

ETA: It was only a matter of time before the best of the LOLBamas showed up. Here’s This one cracked me up like whoa.