What's that? You want to give me the Pulitzer prize?

Soooooooo much pressure...

I have no idea what to do:

Option 1: I puke then crawl up in a blanket and cry a little.
Option 2: I puke then grab a tissue and cry a little.
Option 3: I grab a beer and post some bullshit and laugh a lot.

So I chose option 3. Not out of habit, but for convenience. I was out of tissues.
And blankets.
Laundry is tomorrow...

''Hey, so what's up with that prize?'', is what you might be asking yourself at this point.

Well I got a very important-sounding call today, from a very important-sounding person (at least she seemed in a hurry...)
She said she had very little time to submit nominations, and my name came up a number of times in various meetings.
She needed my credit card info (to be able to pay me, of course) and bank account details (to be able to verify I was a real person, not just a dirty scammer).
So obviously I gave her all the info she needed. After all, when Fate calls, you can't say no.
Her name was Fate.
Fate Jenkins.

At that point I asked myself how this could be happening. Not only I was being considered for a Pulitzer Prize, which clearly was my fate all along, but the person submitting my name was also called Fate!!!!
Perfect! I can't lose!

Three weeks.
I was told that the contest was being held in 5 days, but still no news. Could I have lost?

No, surely... There must be some other explanation.
Wait, I know! I've been unable to use my credit card for the last three weeks, something about reaching the limit, or some damn thing...
Maybe that's why they can't pay me!! My credit card's busted!

I'll just get in touch with them and explain the whole thing, I'm sure they'll understand!

...

Well, just in the very slim-to-none chance that this was indeed a prank call, and that the Hollywood Journal Today was not a real publisher, let me say this:
''Pfff, shit, I knew that was fake...''

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.....

Wait, what's a Pulitzer? Is that an award for outstanding achievement in the field of Awesome?