Done!

Minutes ago I put the final touches on my football script. And my God, it weighs in at 165 pages. Part of me is unhappy that I overwrote by about 50 pages, but the rational part believes that it is much easier to cut down, than to build up.

I just hope that when it comes time to kill my children that I can do it with a clean conscience and a sound mind*. I know there is a lot of bloat, but hopefully I can salvage the gems while cutting out the fat. Is that a mixed metaphor? I don't care. I'm tired.

Now I can go on my roller coaster vacation (more on that later) with a clean conscience. When I get back I'll survey the damage and start a rewrite.

*If you thought, even for a fleeting moment that I honestly was talking about murdering real children, then you have neither a clean conscience nor a sound mind...sick-o.