surprise! I'M EXHAUSTED

So this is what happens when you do something big and involving traveling every weekend from the beginning of May until now (minus the ones that were FFEX which were busy enough), is it?

I'm pretty tired.

I have a lot of important shit going through my head but fuck, when am I supposed to think about it? when I'm tired? when I'm in the car going to Pittsburgh again? at work?

AND WHEN DO I WRITE.

I need a break. I'd like to petition life in general: we should be able to get, say, 1-month sabbaticals if we need them.

Unrelated: We are starting to think Porter is part Maine Coon. Anybody want to look at some photos and tell me whether or not I'm right? I HAVE SUSPICIONS.