how I found the time to blog is beyond me. taking no coffee, i’ve been running on stress and worry for the past few days. as I write this, my phone is ringing and knowing that it’s another hopping mad customer trying to finish all of their projects by the end of the year.

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though this chaos is self-induced, I still want to just hide under the covers with only my blaming finger pointing at the people who aren’t making my problems go away. cigarettes and water are the only things that keep my heart from stopping, i don’t recall nor think of eating. so, gentle reader if you happen to own some quiet farmland and are in need of a loving, subservient, coconut-scented houseboy and are willing to put up with one week of adjusting from the cut-throat business world… please contact me