or something
Two weeks and it's finished! I'm proud of myself. After a while, regardless of anything else, it just feels like a trap. And traps laid in plans not best laid, they work. Number crunching and most likely that faithful, loyal companion stress, well, they're temporary guests for now. But I am proud of myself, I don't take that back. I'll figure out something, selling vacuums or making paper clip necklaces or eating cereal in an unproductive manner for the next four months until I REALLY figure something out.