Un-fuck, un-fuck

The other day, I panicked that I only have until July 2012 to finish my manuscript. I have since been reassured that I actually have until July 2013.

Enter, procrastination.

Asked by the program administrator whether I'd be submitting a novel or a collection of short story, I pretty much replied with, "Instead of either of those, can I submit 75-pages of my ramblings?"

I should know I'm not replying anonymously. Really, all he needs to do is look up my email address and he'll know everything about me. Gah!