Nothing sucks worse than going to cut yourself a slice of homemade German chocolate cake to find out it’s turned. The ironic part is my Dad had a piece tonight. Gross. Just goes to show he can’t taste anything. That would be the Karma Fairy keeping me on the straight and narrow. XD
Anyway. Back on point, I’m totally doing The Thing I Always Do when it comes to Improving Upon/Editing something. Could be a drawing, could be a story, but the thing in question that when faced with a tiny inaccurate fact it makes a large chunk roll like a house of cards. I mean this is totally no big deal. The glaring irony is 10-9 is wholesale inaccurate anyway because I remade the world to my liking~ So the part that I wanted something as simple as a flight time to be accurate to the real world laws of air travel is almost kind of hilarious and ridiculous to impose on a world where everything else is so made up.
Who’s to say in the world of 10-9 commercial airliners aren’t more efficient and faster? Shaving travels in roughly half the time. Of course the layovers could always mean death in the pits of mediocrity but the flights could be like… Nothing. Just enough for air sickness to set in and the bumpy landing.
The Thing I’m totally doing is I’m so nervous about changing and adding and cutting details that I’m all anxious I’m going to make it worse. It needs to be done but I’m all nervous the first move I make is going to be the wrong one.
Did I stress how totally stupid this conundrum is? I’ve been making up excuses for the last two days not to touch editing. Like the house is ‘too cold’, or I need to clean up some already clean things, or I should randomly go shopping even if shopping has a 50% chance of making me totally a nutcase. But really? The house is too cold? That is the tippy top of bullshit excuses I crafted on myself.
I think I talked it out enough to figure my plan of action. Because really not a damned person is going to give a shit how long the flight took (In CHAPTER THREE Read: Megs is a Moron~) because most are going to likely be nitpicking at my blatant disregard of real world military protocol. As Adam Savage famously said, “I reject your reality and substitute my own! 
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This post is a complete six levels of retardation. But I thought I should offer a glimpse into my silly wtf brain and the lame shit I obsess over.
I’m terrified of making 10-9 worse but The Promise on the other hand can’t get any worse. @_@
Oh~ What’s that? That’s the sound of my daily lament of The Promise being checked off. *crosses off list~*