When it comes to editors, I’m sure we’ve all wished we could plead our case. And so I have addressed a letter (mostly because I’m procrastinating and don’t have a teaser for today).
To all the editors in possession of TSM:
I come to you with a plea. The following reasons are a small selection of why I need your help.
I have a bottle of champagne my parents bought me in the bottom drawer of my fridge in case the day ever comes to celebrate a deal. It takes up a lot of space, and rolls around among the peppers and lettuce. I would like to free up that space in that drawer for food.
I would like to be able to afford food.
Stress at waiting, and waiting, and waiting leads me to consume quantities of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie Frozen Yogurt. Large and frequent quantities. It is getting expensive.
In conclusion, take pity on my sanity, and my stomach, and send word soon.
Victoria E. Schwab
Also, the damage is done. Seasons 1 and 2 of Heroes have been consumed (enough food reference in one post?) and I have spent the last three straight days catching up on homework. Onward!