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I'm sitting in the livingroom, watching Jeopardy, fantasizing about Ken Jennings, waiting for that little yellow blinker to go off on the message marked Gabba Gabba We Accept You, when I realize; It's just not worth it.
Final Jeopardy comes to a screeching halt, the correct Question, which Trebek gives in his oh so monotonous tone is 'What is Guilding the Lily?', and the next show in line for me to waste away to is Sex and the City.
Suddenly it dawns on me: I'm in the grips of an existential crisis.
My novel is going nowhere, I'm incredibly homesick, the one person I need to talk to has me on perma-ignore and somehow I know it's all related. How cana 19 year old female virgin write a book about a thirty something male sex addict? I must be insane.
I just can't wait to get out of here...
The light beckons, and I'm drawing ever closer.
Final Jeopardy comes to a screeching halt, the correct Question, which Trebek gives in his oh so monotonous tone is 'What is Guilding the Lily?', and the next show in line for me to waste away to is Sex and the City.
Suddenly it dawns on me: I'm in the grips of an existential crisis.
My novel is going nowhere, I'm incredibly homesick, the one person I need to talk to has me on perma-ignore and somehow I know it's all related. How cana 19 year old female virgin write a book about a thirty something male sex addict? I must be insane.
I just can't wait to get out of here...
The light beckons, and I'm drawing ever closer.