Holy shit it’s been a week.

This is almost entirely work stuff, so of course I can’t talk about details; you know how my employer is about details.

But it’s been the kind of week that phrase like ‘for fuck’s sake’ were invented for. I’ve reached the point where I’m jumpy and flinching every time I open my email or check my phone for messages, wondering what’s broken now.

Here’s how things have been this week, in the insult-to-injury department: we actually had a server farm taken down this week due to a lightening strike yesterday, and then early this morning, my key software vendor who’s doing support lost his home phone, internet, and cell, all due to intentionally cut fiber optic cables.

Because we needed more goddamn chaos.

I don’t even have time this week to get my taxes finished, so I’m in danger of having to take an extension; I don’t have time to go to the doctor even though I’m pretty damn sure I’ve got a sinus infection going (wow, the allergies have sucked this season). I don’t even have time to take a goddamn shower.

Anyone want my job for a day so I can go sleep? No? I didn’t think so.

On the other hand, I had the most wonderful dream last night, about a stunning, exotic brunette, though I woke before we could get past the ‘looking at each other like something good to eat’ phase. But still, it was enough that I woke up vaguely in love/ Maybe I’ll actually have time to write the rest that down sometime next goddamn year.