Deadline

I'm under one. Or three, actually. And I think I may actually die trying to meet them. Add to the stress level that my lovely wife is under a deadline as well, plus school is ending for Matilda soon and we have a vacation looming. And, I need to pick up two more projects I need to start soon as well as launching two others I have here but am waiting for materials on.

Why did I become a freelancer? Oh yeah, so I could spend more time with the kids. You know, what's her name and the other one? They still live here, I think. I wouldn't know. I'm in the basement resetting tabs on 19 chapters of a book. For all I know it's Lord of the Flies up there.

I'm sleepy. And crabby.

Yeah. That's no different than any other days except that I'm not claiming to be happy.

At least I have good music to listen to. And a vacation to look forward to. And the fact that, because of the deadlines and prior commitments, we haven't had time to do the laundry or grocery shop.

We're all hungry, stressed out and naked.

Yep. It's Lord of the Flies.

As Piggy once said, "We did everything just the way grownups would've. Why didn't it work?"

Well Piggy, because everybody's a bastard. That's why.