[whimper]

I am exhausted to the point that I'd volunteer for a relatively minor gunshot wound just for the chance to lie down and do nothing for a while.

I'm almost done with this issue.

It's flippin' HUGE.

I can't even tell if it's any good. I have no perspective at ALL at this point.

I just put the letters column together. All these funny, heartening love letters from people I've never even met.

Yeah, this job is worth it.

I'm waking up to dirty dishes tomorrow, but that's worth it, too, in a stinky kind of way.