So she's had months, and months and months to write a book that is now long overdue and that has had deadline extension after deadline extension and yet still, with another deadline fast approaching, she's unprofessional enough that she hasn't scrapped together anything like a full book so in her pathetic, childish mind she imagines that she can 'cram' a book together in the last few days by scouting for and stealing other peoples ideas and then as if magically, by waking up earlier than her normal midday (but still very much at a normal time) to apparently do some actual bleeping work she'll piece together a masterful tome that her paymasters should be grateful for - but not before she logs onto twitter to play the sympathy card.
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