“Son, you’ve done everything I’ve asked of you. You’ve done your work, you’ve caught up on your emails, you even called your mom back after about the fifth voice mail message. But son you’d better listen to me when I tell you that if you expect to succeed – at anything in life – by doing ‘just enough’, then you’re mistaken, alright? You’re mistaken. You’ve got readers out there, people who are relying on you to distarct them from work.
So I don’t know, go do whatever it is you do. Go write some haha jokes, find a funny video out there on the internet. Heck, go take some picture of your dog. (What is that thing? Is that a dog? Really?) Anyway, my point is I’m proud of you, son. But don’t let that go to your head.
Now get out of here.”
* As long as I am still having dreams about “Friday Night Lights” (Oh, Lyla…), then you can expect posts like these. And if you’re all, “But this is stupid, I don’t even get it,” then here’s what you do: grab your left wrist with your right hand, and, using only your right hand, force your left hand to slap yourself in the face repeatedly. Then go watch the show.