At 7am.

That means it’s bedtime, right?

Happy Mardi Gras!!!

Only Jitterbug is gonna find where I hid that little baby Jesus.

If you know what I mean.

Yesterday was a Monday in every sense of the word.

By the end of the day everybody was a grumpy pumpkin.

I ended the day with the feeling of unaccomplishment, despite having worked nonstop all day and having kicked the shit out of everything I worked on.

But I just couldn’t do enough to satisfy the drive to get shit done.

Perhaps this is what it sounds like when doves cry.

I blame not getting enough rest and needing to nap and shower and doing neither.

And no amount of cookies helped.

Believe me. I tried.

Today is gonna be better.

I have a list and I’m gonna do everything on it.

Then my brain can go fuck itself if it thinks we haven’t worked hard enough.

All right.

I’m gonna go punch today in the gnards.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC