I'm hot, I'm sweaty and I'm in a bad mood.
I've worked 6 days straight, my two days off are split (I have to go in at 11 tomorrow morning so there's no real chance of me feeling rested), the bullshit dealing with the car has my nerves frayed, and it's so damned hot that Prime and I are sniping at each other.
I often wonder just how in the hell I stay sane between BotCons. Honestly, if it weren't for the convention I would have lost what little remains of my sanity.
And right now, there ain't a whole helluva lot of sanity left. We're hitting the reserve tanks as of this moment
"The month can only get better," is what I keep telling myself.
I pray I'm right.
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