My cold is back in force as of late last night, although it had been abating. I don’t know if it’s fatigue and stress (PLC remains a taboo subject for discussion) or if this shit is mutating as I pass it back and forth with WO.
Today we print the last issue of the paper for the year, and we’re going 12 pages instead of our usual 8. This Friday, a big chunk of a PLC project is due (closure is nice, but closures can go away). Saturday I’ll be at the horse races in Louisville. Sunday is the Thorn banquet.
Very, very soon, I am just going to stop moving. I’m going to either stand absolutely still or move forward at a snail’s pace for about a week. In fact, I think my brain may have largely preceeded me in this endeavor, as I am as mentally useless as a box of nails. (Why a box of nails? Fuck if I know.) This doesn’t bode well for finals.
*grump*, *grump*, I know.