Three things. 1. Libby, astonishing, sharp-faced libby, asked me what I would do if I could have any job in the world. 2. I said be a writer. 3. I realize what's at stake here, with this online job assignment. Showing myself (and others) that I can find the discipline to work this way, on my own, keeping my own hours, getting the job done even when I'm all by myself. This is practice and this is a test. If I manage to avoid the pain of this, I'll have taken another step towards avoidance of the pain of having the kind of job I really want to have. If on the other hand I step into the pain of it, just enough, i'll have taken a step in the direction of never again having to dress up like a fucking ninny to impress people whose opinions I don't value anyway.