August 18, 2014
When I wrapped up my work on Friday afternoon, I felt awfully damn good and smug and having-shit-generally-all-together-like.
Which means I woke up this morning to EVERYTHING BEING ON FIRE.
Which is great. Just great. Me and my business pajamas approve.
So basically today has been the grown-up worky version of my entire weekend, which was a non-stop blur of this:
And this, this and this:
At least nobody is bleeding? In either scenario? Just a couple small kicks to the head. WE'LL BE FINE.