Fuck you, well-off middleclass couple friends on Facebook, whose only status updates consists of how incredibly lucky you are with your lives, how splendid everything is, how amazing that new couch looks in the living room, how the weekend were all about you and your succesful lifestyle.
Sorry about that, Martin.
Also, f you, collaborators, for coming up with a harebrained, unworkable scheme, having no idea how the writing process works, not listening to any of my concerns, not paying me enough for what you're asking for, and insinuating that it's somehow my fault that we haven't reached the insanely unrealistic goal that I told you we were never going to reach anyway.