The Paris Review rejected "Notes to Self On The Appropriate Uses of Humor" today. But they rejected it on a full page letter, addressed directly to me, and signed by a senior editor. They said it wasn't right for The Paris Review, and that they appreciated me thinking of them. Also, they have only had it for three weeks.
I think this means it's probably done.
So, Friend Two, I will start sending it out and I'll stop tinkering. Swear. Pinkie swear.