Work has been murdering any time I might have availed myself towards whimsical pursuits that don’t put food on my table and games in my PlayStation. And while the ship is still taking on water, I have one foot firmly on the neck of my vexation and depriving it of oxygen,

(Mixed metaphors the sign of someone who is feeling better about life)

Anyways. In the immortal words of the Ramones. ‘Hey Ho, let go’.