...or a writer.
I just went to bed. All the way. Under the covers. Pillow just right. Snuggly.
And I got up to come to my blog because I had used a word incorrectly and needed to change it so I don't look like the world's most profound idiot on the internet.
Then, of course, after I had changed that, I had to delete a word.
This. THIS, is what it's like to be a writer. For those who don't know.
I'm going to bed "for the reals" now. I am. I don't care about typos anymore.
p.s. after I wrote this post, I came back to edit it. I am seriously going to bed now.