Had a spot of rebellion in the old gray matter last night.
An uprising of sorts of all things sharp, pointy and utterly ridiculous (and there’s a lot of sharp, pointy and ridiculous in my head).
Apparently, holding down two writing jobs with actual people waiting for me to deliver product on the other end is abhorrent to the panic/anxiety/OCD scoundrel in my brain.
It should be an interesting few days ahead, forcing Jobs to cohabitate with Loony. I’m really looking forward to it.
Oh yeah, cue the bated breath.