Yeah, I'm DONE. Already.
It can all be summed up as follows: "Feel like a broken-down sewage plant - sick and tired of trying to process other people's SHIT."
It didn't get any better, and that's all I am prepared to say on the matter.
I'll just end with
THIS. Pity - I was getting some good writing done in between doses of grief and hassle. Wreck Of The Nemesis will still air on time - but not before the current chapter of WORLDS COLLIDE is completed, this weekend.
And so, I commence a "decompression" period. hell, I need it.