I’m listening to a book I was sent for blind peer-review but there are so many paeans to me in it that I keep stopping to contemplate my wonderfulness whenever I come across the next bit of praise. As a result, the reading is not progressing much.
Opinions, art, debate
I’m listening to a book I was sent for blind peer-review but there are so many paeans to me in it that I keep stopping to contemplate my wonderfulness whenever I come across the next bit of praise. As a result, the reading is not progressing much.