Let me update my status about this new Chipotle I'm eating at.
Let me upload a picture of this delicious burrito bowl to my flickr.
Let me tweet my bite-by-bite reactions to this burrito bowl.
Let me tumblr the feeling of my post-burrito bowl dump.
While I'm taking this dump, let me read the Prologue to Strange Pilgrims by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Let me find this: "Someone, I don't remember who, made the point with this comforting phrase: 'Good writers are appreciated more for what they tear up than for what they publish.'"
Emphasis mine. Hat tip: Michael Burkard.
Don't forget to flush.