Oh, yay, it's synopsis writing day again. See me sweating every word, see the tears and feel the anguish. The ironing pile of doom is suddenly transformed into a steamy way to tide a few hours. I could listen to music. I could spring clean my desk. Hey, where have all the dust bunnies gone that were lurking under my bed?
Seriously, it's not that bad... Okay, that's a lie. It is that bad. It's worse than bad.
But, I have this
and this to keep me sane.