You work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work and work—and finally, one day, it arrives.
This morning, the UPS man dropped off my first real copy of Boys Will Be Boys.
Now, I would like nothing more than to take a reeeeaaaaalllllllllly long nap.
(Sadly, I can’t. The dog just pooped in her cage)
