I feel grumpy and frustrated, and you, dear readers, are unfortunately subject to hearing about it because this state of mind is distracting and not conducive to funny, creative writing. I feel frustrated by my job (a long, dark saga going back months which I may or may not delve more deeply into in this forum in the future), by my schedule, by my poor time management skills and deadly tendency to procrastinate. I don't want to work tomorrow night and all day Saturday and then again Monday after a very busy Sunday. But I guess in these times I should be very thankful to have a job at all. So I'll stop complaining now. Thank you, good night.