Mama's waiting...

Since I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs, hoping and praying the cool kids like me and invite me to sit at their lunch table in the cafeteria and decide to pound out the world's best essay and then email it to me between now and midnight, I just thought I'd take a moment to remind everyone that I am not basing my self-worth on how many submissions trickle in between now and then. Really. I'm not.

Now pardon me while I go stand in front of a mirror for a few hours telling myself that I'm special and like myself for who I am inside.