I'm awesome. I suck.
Oh my God. I am such a narcissist. I wrote something yesterday, fell madly in love with my own work, and have reread it like 25 times already. What's with that? It's like the work is completely separate from my brain -- like I didn't write it at all. I need to get out of my writing cocoon. I haven't even watched TV in like, four days. My TiVo's all backed up.