Good thing I don't hold my breath

I finally sent in a history piece to Father Pod – that was Friday. I still haven’t heard anything back but I know it will take at least a week before he could, if he wanted to, get in touch about it. This is how I make myself feel better. I’m still working on some very short pieces – thinking I’ll phone them in to the hot line in SF. I have a long distance card now so the rates won’t kill me. I know I can do these things but I still have that voice in the back of my head that says, leave the poor sod alone, he can’t think of a polite way to say you suck because he’s a priest.