I'm going insane, there's no one to blame...
Dear Monday:
You are hereby fired. Or, to quote Quin, not only fired, but evicted, told you will never work in this town again, and run out of town on one of Dibbler's sausages. On your way out the door, please inform October that it is in danger of losing its second-half-of-month privileges if it doesn't whip its performance into shape.
(Seriously, so much relationship drama went down today. Is Mercury in retrograde or something? I don't set much stock by astrology, but I'm beginning to wonder...)
ETA: IT TOTALLY IS THIS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. Thankfully, it'll be done next week.
You are hereby fired. Or, to quote Quin, not only fired, but evicted, told you will never work in this town again, and run out of town on one of Dibbler's sausages. On your way out the door, please inform October that it is in danger of losing its second-half-of-month privileges if it doesn't whip its performance into shape.
(Seriously, so much relationship drama went down today. Is Mercury in retrograde or something? I don't set much stock by astrology, but I'm beginning to wonder...)
ETA: IT TOTALLY IS THIS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. Thankfully, it'll be done next week.