Ego

Determined to try to save this before the crucial date, I need to stop rushing publishers after busting my ass overnight. Remind me I made this stipulation before I fling my keys in Trudy Richardson's face and roll back to the father who put me away and let orthopedics create a monster more terrifying than Shelley's creationist fears ever envisioned. ( I actually don't have enough data left before my billing date to sit online with Google Docs to fix my voice, not without an overage.)