And now I’m home. After another 12 hours day, 10 of which were in a meeting. I have an hour or two of work I should do, as well, tonight. Will it get done? Who knows.

I have a short story I’d love to find time to work on and another short short I’ve been specifically asked for that I hope to have time to turn around.

I think I have next weekend off in full, which means I will be dead. The weekend after, however, I think I lose both days of. One to hard brain labor the other to hard physical labor.

But I am getting a lot of good shit done and laying some important groundwork. So it’s all acceptable. Except I am once again so tired I hurt. Such is life.

I didn’t get to do the Talking Heads for last week, I’m sorry. I will try to double up this week, since it’s a multipart story and all, but no promises as of yet.

Uhm. And stuff. And things. Yeah.