**scream**

So, I realized I had 23 minutes to get to the post office, because I didn’t get out this afternoon due to the unexpected complications with Lulu. Just about as I was pulling out of the driveway, it hit me…:

OH MY GODS, THE BOOK IS AT THE PRINTER!!!!!!!

I’ve been editing for THREE SOLID MONTHS!!!!
I’ve been typesetting for TWO WEEKS!
I’ve been proofreading for TWO SOLID DAYS!!!

AND IT’S AT THE PRINTER!!!

I’m not ready for this! I can’t do this! What the fuck do I think I’m doing? Am I out of my fucking mind???? Help!!!!

I guess that’s not going to make the best ad copy in the world, huh? Next job: cover letters, for the reviewers and people I’m asking for blurbs AM I INSANE?????

I think I’ll go do my cycling now…*sniff*