Her great complaint is my negativity,but see how she reacts to a little optimism:
The Oaf: I just had a horrible realization.
The Missus: Well, stop it.
The Oaf: You know my ringer thing?
The Missus: Ringer thing?
The Oaf: I sit up in my room and work on my shit and feel lame and useless, and then when I feel ready I take it out to a classroom or a workshop and--
The Missus: -- you're a ringer.
The Oaf: The last class I took, the teacher actually used the word ringer, right there in front of God and everyone.
The Missus: Well, yeah.
The Oaf: Well, I'm feeling pretty good about the novel. I'm feeling ready.
The Missus: ........................ you, you ................YOU. ......................... You can't......... There aren't...... Who says.... There aren't standards!
The Oaf: There are.
The Missus: You can't be a ringer with a novel!
The Oaf: Just watch me.
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Hey, Eric!
Just for the record (and since I dragged ass on replying here, I'll drop you a line), your idea about making Matt more directly responsible for Arnie and Jeff's deaths has been crucial. Thanks again, dude.
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