The return of the Slinky Cat

I'm back at work and if anything, the holiday made it twice as painful to be here. I should be adventuring through the wilds of other countries. I kept thinking about, amongst other things, work, the whole time I was there, waking up at the goddamn crack of dawn even if I'd slept at 4 the night before (which was often), and I come back more exhausted than I left, and all the shit that I thought would have sorted itself out in my absence has remained unsorted, which makes me want to climb the walls, grab someone, shake the bejesus out of them, and scream.

But I still had fun. And I'd still go again.

I can't write about the trip yet. I feel too shattered from it. I need a holiday from my holiday. I'll deal with it when I catch some z's.

Oh, and I'm taking off some old posts. Something radical needs to happen to this blog.