not the fabulously groovy Motor Booty Affair kind of thing, sadly.
no, the i-can’t-get-out-of-my-own-way-and-will-gripe-at-you-for-attempting-to-make-me-feel-better kind of thing.
yeah, that. that was my day, today.
another rejection email didn’t help.
so i’ve done my five minutes and i’m going to bed.