BOOM BABY DONE.
Well, how is everyone? Still alive? I feel like I've given birth to an ugly, scrawny, poorly-written baby and then put it up for adoption. And everyone is going to judge the baby before adopting it. And it hurt like hell when I went into labour to push the last bit out on monday.
How did everyone feel watching their works being bound? And labelling them? And then finally passing them out of their hands. It's like that 80s song called "Get out of my dreams (get into my car)" only without the "of my dreams (get into my car)".
Well, how is everyone? Still alive? I feel like I've given birth to an ugly, scrawny, poorly-written baby and then put it up for adoption. And everyone is going to judge the baby before adopting it. And it hurt like hell when I went into labour to push the last bit out on monday.
How did everyone feel watching their works being bound? And labelling them? And then finally passing them out of their hands. It's like that 80s song called "Get out of my dreams (get into my car)" only without the "of my dreams (get into my car)".