Sigh. I give up. I guess writing is just not my calling. The expectations are just beyond me. A post (my last one to be precise) which took me—I'm embarrassed to tell how long—to write and less than 3 minutes to read is strung by awkward sentences and riddled by grammatical errors after an edit by the Mother. I cry foul at those who have the natural flair for writing. Pfft.
So I'm just jealous. Shoot me.