I hate proof-reading. Hate, hate, hate, HATE it! It’s worse than marking papers, ’cause when you mark papers you’ve got at least the consolation that you’re reading other people’s crap. At the moment, though, I’m forced to read my own crap. Bah.
I had such a good start on this chapter: 64 pages of the odd red squiggle. Then – bam! – I hit the chapter on Terry Pratchett’s Guards! Guards! and the pages start looking as if cut my pinkie off like the good sister in the fairy tale, and dribbled blood all over the page. (The good sister in the fairy tale doesn’t dribble blood since she’s a depthless character and thus lacks any kind of physical and psychological dimension.) It’s horrible. It’s a massacre. (Have I already mentioned that I hate proofreading???)
Kitteh-picture is from I Can Has Cheezburger. Of course.