I’m done. I can’t edit any more right now. I hate to drop the Doomy Summer of Editing DOOM (I hate to drop anything ever!) but I just can’t edit. The arson-urges are too strong. Need to stay away from the flammable stuff for a bit.
Part of it’s stress. As July goes on, I know I’m coming up on less money fast, and I don’t know how the hell I’m going to live on 25% less income. I don’t know how I live on what I get now, what with my extravagant lifestyle of dinner-parties and world travel.
And we’re all in the same damned boat, I guess. So I’ll stop whining. You row, I’ll bail.
…got any shark repellant?
*HUGS* Blasted dungheap of a boat.
…think we could figure out a way to harness a shark and ride it instead?
I like the way you think.