The weekend. Praise God, Baby Jebus and Isis, the Great Lady of the Wheat and The Great Lord and his Bloody Sword (Fahr Caladonian religious references). WEEKEND! The week itself has been made of utter fail. I am ready to stop wallowing and dive headfirst into my work! My true work! The only thing that keeps me going. And I am not exaggerating. The cat's not talking to me. The carafe of my new coffee pot broke, and I can't afford another one. So I make coffee and put my coffee cup underneath to catch the brew and hope I remember to switch cups before it runneth over. I came home yesterday and thought the smoke alarm was going off. There was no fire, so clearly I was going to die of carbon monoxide poisoning, but no. It was the microwave. Keypad fail. I unplugged and replugged, and I hope it's fixed... for now. But - my book! Yeees! My bastion of dreams, the framework for my castles in the air.
Oh wait... I wasn't going to wallow. Sorry. The above was an attempt at humor, not a wallow. You aren't wallowing when you're looking forward to bustin' out some awesome edits and **gulp** attempting to write another paragraph for your query.
Come on weekend warriors. **Fist bump!**