Don't worry about it. James Joyce did the same thing. There's also an anecdote about Oscar Wilde: somebody asked him how his day went, and he answered, "This morning I took out a comma. This afternoon I put it back in." Some writers, including very famous ones celebrated for their styles, are beyond meticulous. Don't worry - your work might still be in print in a hundred years!
I like that quote. Though, I'm not sure my work will be around in a hundred years, or even be around at all. But who knows, life's full of surprised, eh! On a side note: The Harlot's House by Oscar Wilde is one of my favourite poems. It was one of the many I studied in college, and it had stuck with me ever since.
That moment when a member changes her avatar and you're caught off guard completely. That moment when you're actually proud of the progress that you've made on your book.
TMW... You're playing a game that, for all intents and purposes, supposedly allows you to be a tank-type player where you just rush your opponents in a wild frenzy but due to how the gameplay is set up, it actually forces you to change your tactics to stealth. Meanwhile in a game actually about stealth, the gameplay allows for the typical 'blindly attack all the bad guys at the same time with little regard for PC's own life' strategy. The irony.
Just out of curiosity, have you been playing that Infinite Crisis game? My family plays it constantly.
Saints Row I. I keep dying over and over again due to the difficult enemies, clunky controls and how weak my character seems to be.
That moment when you remember the baseball glove excerpt from Portnoy's Complaint and randomly start smiling and sniggering to yourself in the middle of the street.
TMW you do a Google search and you find a Confederate war flag combined with a gay pride flag. http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Confederate_LGBT_Flag.svg
TMW you realize that you've probably been giving rap music an unfair amount of shit. Not because it isn't really fucking sexist, but because a lot of other things are really fucking sexist too.
That moment when you think someone actually likes you, but they are just using you. Or That moment when you want to talk to someone, but you think they are ignoring you.
TMW you know the rainy season has truly begun because all the anthills release their alates all at once. *close the windows and turn off the lights*
That moment when you realize that there was a bad, bad movie made in 2012 where the whole plot is Lincoln (yes, that Lincoln) killing zombies in a Confederate fort. ...Jesus Christ, not only did this steal my horror plot about a zombie apocalypse set during the Civil War, but... What's next? A movie/book about Lincoln adopting a small boy/girl who turns out to be capable of magic and ends up saving America from some ancient dark lord? ****, I just gave away the plot for a budding fantasy idea, didn't I?
That moment when you sit down with a cup of Earl Grey at your side, bang out a few lines of text, sink into your chair, and smile in glee at your exquisite creation.
That moment when you take your first sip of a Del Boy cocktail (this may only translate for UK members)