I am become Dead, the destroyer of coffee. Literally. Quite, quite dead. Can barely lift my arms today. But I’ve cleared some HEAVEN’S FOREST design work, inbox is at 9, and today I hope to drag this story document that’s been fighting me for a week down to hell with me.
The upstairs flat next door is being ripped out and renovated, because of course this is the perfect time for that, so I’m sitting here listening to buzzsaws and hammers while I try and put myself back together. If he parks his van in my driveway again I’m going to show him exactly where he can store that buzzsaw. I don’t have a prayer of being able to concentrate today.
Oh hey I have CD deliveries