Monday is Officially OVER

I am ready to kill myself.

Today I've mailed two syndicate submissions and prepared a third submission in an online form, and I'm doing rewrites for two more submissions.

I hate this stuff. It's like when I applied to grad school in physics, and I had 10 envelopes that all looked the same, and every school wanted different stuff. And here I am, with a brain the size of a walnut. To rob Gary Larson.

I can't stand keeping crap like this straight. I used to have this kind of experience when I was sending briefs and motions out. "One for opposing counsel with staples...one for the court with no staples...two for the clerk with paper clips...no, wait, three for the clerk, two with staples, one with a paper clip..."

I wanted to blow my brains out.

I'm done for today. Since Saturday, in addition to all the other BS I have to worry about in life, I have written 3000 pages of humor submissions, created that online mess, rewritten the submissions to suit various syndicates, mailed stuff in, and done 4 hours of radio. That is PLENTY.

All you turds who say writers don't work can kiss my fat ass.