Not my end. My fiscal end always feels imminent.

Nope, just my workplace. Which means reviews, scrambles, last minute struggles, and hopefully, a fucking raise, finally.

Lord knows I’ve done the work.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 1648 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby, Tom Wolfe
Comics: Gen 13 v3 14-16, Gen 13 v4 1
Music: 420station.com, Bill Hicks (I don't know, man, that's what it's listed as on my iPod, and yes, I still have one of those)