Oh, wait, I’m already there.
I’m stuck on the fanfic. Can’t work on the real stuff, stuck on the just-for-fun, can’t think to blog worth a damn, and Hope needs to go the heck to bed. The work keeps piling up at work, while one person after another trots into my office to ask me to do one quick little favor that’ll only take me a minute, the house is a mess and Hope keeps flooding it, and did I mention I can’t flipping think to write!?!
Retreat! I need to chase the bratsky to bed and I need to back off and just read something and go to bed early. It will all get done, or it won’t. Either way, it won’t be the end of the world, ne?
My new principal has a sign that says “Victim Needed: No Experience Necessary.” Maybe I’ll borrow it.