More like "goddamn, I could've spent all that effort on something publishable". But I guess sometimes my brain can't handle all that healthy shit. Sometimes you gotta have a Twinkie...
Then perhaps it's time to stop writing and start editing?
We can be edit buddies! We'd be able to spend time complaining about how tedious it is and how much we'd rather be writing new material as opposed to editing old stuff.
The first draft of the novel I desperately need to rewrite was very, very incomplete -- it's in need of a rewrite and expansion. Editing... is pretty far in the future, I think.
Got a package in the mail -- a book my great-grandad wrote which I'm probably gonna use for my senior project. Woo!
Honestly, the first thing I thought when I saw a book-sized package in the mail was "Why is Yen+ in an envelope this month?" followed by "Who the fuck would mail me a copy of Fang?"
My friends saw Alice in Wonderland yesterday without me.
I am now plotting their deaths. It includes rabbits.
Also, laughing at my sister because she just told me by six year old cousin was, "born to play video games!" when he isn't that overly great at it... I vaguely remembering being six and being much better than him at shooting games.