The Page Awards. The Nicholls Fellowship. Script Pipeline. All the big screenwriting contests that swing around yearly to make me thing I can totally take a crack at this thing and win before I fail and flameout and eat yogurt with chocolate chips in bed - which I'm totally not doing right now - the deadlines are nigh and I am scrambling.
And it's wedding season.
I am about to punch my face in from this seasonal allergy nonsense that NEVER ENDS.
I am tired and whiny and sick but holy shit did I just find something that made me feel better. And yes, I'm sure all of you have already seen this, but you need to see it again. Because she is right.
Ain't nobody got time for bronchitis.