Christmas crush.

I dunno why I do this to myself every year. But I do. It usually starts in September, when I’m looking at my project board and thinking, “Fuck yeah! Heaps of time.” And Christmas is on a Saturday?

Bonus! I can literally work right up until the fat man sings.

And then somewhere around early December it all falls apart and I remember, oh right, that’s what this time of year is like, a cyclonic murderstorm of clashing deadlines and screaming commitments and last minute bombs blowing up in your face.

Every. Goddamned. Year.

You’d think I’d learn, wouldn’t you?

Someone remind in September next year. If we make it.