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So: 1) I quit the dreaded dayjob and worked out my notice. I was officially done at 1:30 last Friday, and that moment has been one of the better moments of my year. I would say no words can describe how much I disliked that job, but that would be a patent lie. Of course words can describe it; describing things with words is what I do, after all. Unfortunately the words I’d use to describe the experience aren’t particularly useful in polite company, or fair to the company in question who were more frustrating to deal with than maliciously determined to make my life miserable, so I elect to say nothing in public. 2) I am behind on email. Well, behind on everything really – you should see the state of my kitchen – but email and blogging are my default means of communicating with the world, and so it’s usually worth mentioning when I’m behind on such things

It’s been a cold morning here. I pulled a spare blanket onto the bed last night and woke up this morning feeling toasty warm and, more importantly, not several hours earlier than my alarm. The latter has happened a few times this week, and I suspect that I’ve found the culprit. I rather enjoy sleeping in a warm bed, but that requires the bed staying warm and temperatures in my flat tend to shift several degrees over the course of a few hours. It’s been a pleasurable kind of Saturday. Last night I ducked out to do some late night laundry, getting home on the cusp of midnight, and this morning I finished reading Dreams Underfood Underfoot before getting up and eating breakfast and drinking too much coffee while skyping friends I don’t really get to talk too often enough. We spoke of books and writing and hopping vampires and eventually got onto the topic of Eurovision, which only one of us

The curtains in my bedroom do a poor job of keeping the morning out of my face. I’m not going to speak about the week that was, because no-one really needs to see me complain and swear and generally carry on, but suffice it to say that the inability to keep out the morning sun was a source of great distress to me this morning. My first real night of sleep in weeks turned out to be not so full of slumber, and not for any of the good reasons, and I really wanted a sleep in to make up for it. Alas. Alak. The daystar strikes again and I my internal monologue now inserts three swear words between every thought instead of the two curses that were my default throughout the week. I mean, you should see the words I’ve had to edit out of this entry. It would have read like an Erving Walsh novel in its original

There’s people on leave at the dayjob this week, which means I working a lot of overtime this week and my dayjob has gone from “seriously, wtf did you hire me for, there’s nothing to do” to “not enough hours in the day to do the work of the two people I’m covering for.” I have the next installment of Flotsam to write. My house is a mess, I’m sleeping four hours a night, and I’m living on baked beans ’cause I don’t have the time to go shopping at the moment. I’m incapable of communicating with the world in a language other than panic and bile this week. In the words of Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five: Don’t push me, ’cause I’m close to the edge. See you next week when things are calmer.