|I do NOT drool.....I'm pretty sure.|
Image description: Me...asleep. (Except I was totally not really asleep; just posing.)
This weekend, starting around Friday at noon, I worked 42 hours. I let you figure out the math on that one. So I'm a little tired. Exhausted really. (Is there a word bigger than exhausted? I'll coin one: ennerhaustevated. I'm ennerhastevated.) Needless to say, I could use one...last...spectacular flurry from the hands of Jazz.
And a nap.
So while I am almost giddy at the fact that I'm literally on the LAST DAY of summer-schedule-imposed writing limitations, I actually need to extend this bullshit by 24 more hours.
Then tomorrow, up will go the final round for the non-European fantasy poll, and I am working on some actually real content for Wednesday. (I told you this old baby could still fly.)