Fade out.

I reached the above point in my script today. Okay, I have a shitload of rewriting to do. But I forced myself across the finish line like a stubborn marathoner with blisters and torn sneakers and shredded running shorts... I once watched my brother in a cross-country race and there was this guy running and he was covered in bubbles. My mom said he must not have rinsed his clothes properly and between the sweat and the friction from running, he had re-activated all the detergent left in his clothes, so he was covered from the neck down in soap bubbles. That was me, today, sitting at my computer, with my keyboard sloppy with detergent bubbles from the friction of typing fingers and the sweat of exhiliration that comes when you find out that yes, wine bottles CAN SPONTANEOUSLY EXPLODE! HAHA! Don't even get me started... I feel frothy all over.