What makes me especially sad at this moment is that I have to write a preface to a book I've been working with for a while now, I think I've put more work into it than its author. I read and corrected it, I had it read by my friend who suggested some correction to it too, I took the Canadian colleagues to the studio to get the recording done (cause it's a listening practice book), I checked the master cd and asked the studio guy to correct it where necessary, then we rearranged the tracks, then I fucking edited the whole book and proofread it again.
Now it's only the fucking preface but I've had enough of this book.
No, that's not true, I almost feel it's mine now, you see, I domesticated it, now I have to take care of it.
but the preface
