Yes, I know I've been MIA, but I'm still alive. I would say alive and kicking, but alive and twitching is more like it.
Ah, the perils of being a financial analyst. It's budget season. That means long hours, major headaches, and a total lack of work-life balance. Smelly the Wonder Dog has forgotten what I look like, my bedroom looks like a bomb dropped, and their are Smelly hairballs drifting down the hall like tumbleweeds through a deserted town.
So tonight I am going to clean. Nope. Screw that. Tonight . . . I'm going to happy hour.
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