I feel somewhat burned out, and have been nursing a low-grade urge to smack various people in the face with a halibut until they know better. I’m cranky, and feeling aggrieved. And to top it all off, I nearly posted this on the wrong site, which would have been the absolute goram capstone of the day.
I know, I know: this isn’t that interesting to hear about, second hand. Still. Tomorrow is another day.
Think of it this way: the day is over, and you’re still here, so that means you win.
Where there is breath, there is hope, or something like that?
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Also, sometimes it just *is* the right time to put the keyboard down, pick up a sledgehammer (or circular saw, or the kids) and go away for a while. Recognizing this is .. a critical life skill.
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Mew
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p.s. Please consider me for your halibut disposal needs.