Bearer of bad news, tall tales, and comical surprises.

I'm not really hungover.  More like tired.  Tired of not getting enough sleep because the curtains in my room are made of spiderwebs and politician's promises.  I'm turning into a politician myself because I'm doing things over which a million things are more preferable.  Like seeing friends and love-in-megane.  Or ficcating/fangirling.

But it pays the bills.  And the effort expended is part of the plan and the vision. So I say slog on.

Anybody got a wish list?  As they say, somebody's trash may be someone else's gem.