God I’ve missed blogging. I have so many things I want to write about that I fall asleep writing copy in my head. And such bliss to be my own editor again too, instead of some witch who continually asked me, “Why isn’t this copy funny? I want funny. Tell me, are you just not funny? I need funny. Can you really not do funny?” GAH.
YES I CAN BLOODY DO FUNNY. The problem is that she and I differed on both the meaning and the appropriate need for funny.
Of course, I never actually said this. I just lowered my lashes and got on with being funny elsewhere.