But being buried alive by coffee.

The word of the day is: They’re.

They’re doing something.

No fucking idea what.

This week is fucking weird.

I thought it was Wednesday all day yesterday.

Which is a mindfuck that I’ll be dealing with today, but I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it.

Yesterday was a day of projects for another day.

I had all these things that needed to get done, but none of those things are ready to happen yet.

Like I need to clean up a bunch of dead mice, they just haven’t been murdered by my traps yet.

Like I need to pack up a bunch of dishes for a client, but not until after Thanksgiving.

And so on.

I’m also in a book hangover.

I’ve started a book about learning a new language as an adult and “Brave New World”, but neither of them are hitting the spot yet.

All I know is that I need to find a book soon or I’ll end up rereading a Robert Galbraith book again.

Also, why am I not drinking coffee right now?

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC