And now it’s 53 hours and five days. Breakfast this morning was a Snickers bar and half a pot of coffee. I considered adding a couple of cigarettes on top for a truly balanced breakfast but then remembered I don’t smoke.
The whole morning was jitteriness and is this the coffee or do I need a Clonazepam type of nonsense, the afternoon was abject fucking death-boredom, and the evening was frantic Jesus we’re understaffed where were you assholes all day craziness.
What I’m getting at is the review of Rachel Caine’s Ink and Bone that I was gonna write is gonna have to wait until tomorrow. Short version: go read it.