The hardest thing about working for yourself equates weirdly to queuing theory: either nobody wants you or everybody wants you at the same time. Financially, the latter is much better than the former, but it makes for some hard weeks. After an 8pm meeting Sunday evening with a Pacific Rim client, I'll be at about 90 hours for the week.
I. Iz. Tired.
And there's little relief on the horizon. So, if y'all have been wondering where the most handsome, virile, witty, and hugest handed member of the BRB staff has been lately, there's the story, morning glory. At least August is shaping up to be fairly sane so I can enjoy the foozballs. /NSN'd
Thus, here is your weekly Saturday Night Open Thread, aka The SNOT. I only need 23 more words, so please feel free to use this as an open thread, and please be kind to each other.