acidslug

Fortnightly. Sounds about right. So, think I've gotten the hang of work, or at least returned to that fuzzy warm happy place that makes it all seem not horrible. (after the initial jolt of 6:00a wears off) Sort of odd, since some of my other colleagues seem to be there and worse now. But, who knows? Anyway, it's only monday, what the fuck do I know.

In other news, finished another story. Didn't have the feeling of accomplishment that I normally feel, which might be because it's not actually technically done, but I doubt a few additions and completions in post is going to really give me that woosh. Also, in related news, a random bit of web browsing introduced me to a new hobby: bookbinding. When we're living in Armageddonville, you'll thank me for it.