I have more days off than expected (yippee!), having a cancellation on my agenda. I didn't have to climb out of bed this morning at an ungodly hour to pretend to be godly (as in, knowing things about something and passing along said wisdom to others). Friday and Saturday midnight shifts are still on the cards, but after that I'm off on holiday for a whole twelve days.
I feel special.
I'm deranged after all of these midnights, but feel cautiously optimistic and willing to work on other things. I chickened out on Tuesday (bok, bok, bugack!), but will still be there next week armed with various writerly things.
Well that's oblique, but never mind. Onward to dishes and housework. For now.
If my neighbour keeps yelling today I'm over there to kick some arse. So over there.
