Hope

Ranae and I are going to kick ass today and submit over 70 pages to the plant. All I gotta do is get off my butt and take a shower and get there. That is much harder for me to do than one would think: I hate showering. I'd rather sit around in my own stench than hop in the shower. I like being clean; I just hate the process of getting there. In the winter, it's too damn cold when you get out. In the summer, I'm just too damn lazy.

Well, I have hope for the day. We heard back from the card company and I am sending them the artwork today with the hopes they let us use our cover, that has been designed for 8 months now.

I heard yesterday that several seniors are refusing to come in and help; this frustrates me to no end -- it is THEIR book, not mine. I'm just thankful that Ranae is dedicated and works whenever she can. And I hope that next year our online software makes it so we can meet deadlines and I don't have to work all fucking summer.

Hope springs eternal.