Perfectionism - A Time and Place for Fun

At the last minute my pesky perfectioness relinquished its tight control and agreed to have some fun with the script. Maxine also decided to throw the printed paper script into the bucket, and instead hold her bile phone up as the home made telly prompter. We laughed again some more at all that we were doing to get this to work. Such fun memories. It was done and it was perfect. And it was a rap, as they say in the movies. So adchanged. How could i have struggled for six days yet deliver the result in under 20 minutes? My perfectionist, my pesky, petulant perfectionist had stepped to the side to allow me to have