There’s people on leave at the dayjob this week, which means I working a lot of overtime this week and my dayjob has gone from “seriously, wtf did you hire me for, there’s nothing to do” to “not enough hours in the day to do the work of the two people I’m covering for.”
I have the next installment of Flotsam to write.
My house is a mess, I’m sleeping four hours a night, and I’m living on baked beans ’cause I don’t have the time to go shopping at the moment.
I’m incapable of communicating with the world in a language other than panic and bile this week. In the words of Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five: Don’t push me, ’cause I’m close to the edge.
See you next week when things are calmer.
