Reaching my limits...

10 pages. That's what I can write before I start to smash puppies with hammers. It's not a bad amount for a single person on a single day, even with my spelling, but it's very very tiring. And, boy, am I sick of explaining the importance of hand gestures during public speaking. I didn't know that I had an entire paragraph on that topic in me. Now that it is out, I am thoroughly disgusted that it was there.

And I'm not done. I still have to write about the 30-second interview, or "elevator interview." It's a sales technique that I am adapting to my own evil educational purposes. Of course, I'd rather rather clean a Turkish bath with my tongue, but someone has to do it.

And then! Oh! I forgot! More writing! Crap. And all this by tomorrow. I'm making the final push right now and I'm just going to blast through this. Heads down. Crash helmets on.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

HJ