Sunday. I can’t believe it’s Sunday again. I would give any god who deigns to read these words half a pint of my own blood if I could have an extra day between Sunday and Monday. I call it Flonkday, for now. Should Flonkday become a thing, I will, naturally, name it after the god who graces me with this loophole in the space-time continuum. Unless they throw some Ray Bradbury/Twilight Zone/Outer Limits bullshit at me and I end up aging a year for every day spent in Flonkday. I don’t want any of those bullshit side-effects. I want an extra day, removed from normal space time, where I won’t age, but I can still be productive and do things.
Anywhoo, I settled in to do final copy edits on the reviews for episodes 3 and 4 and found them needing some serious elbow grease. I’m happier with their general state of affairs now, but I’m still feeling a bit put out. For reasons I can’t quite explain, I thought they were in a better state of affairs before I went out yesterday.
How did I used to write and edit three reviews per week on the Page of Reviews? Was it that those reviews were utter shit? I don’t think they were utter shit.