I did it. I beat the deadline demon. I got the Writing Project from Hell done, a day early no less, and now feel free to gloat about my magnificentness. I had a two hour yoga lesson to celebrate. (Thank you Kelly. You may share in my magnificentness.) Now I have to go to an audition. I’m not trying out; I sit in judgement behind the table and help decide who gets the part. I once vetoed a kid because I didn’t like his mother’s fingernails. Bwahahahaha. I am drunk with power and my own magnificentness. Three cheers for me!