Work.

Very very bad.

But the people have been great. Young and very talented. And extremely nice.

And the coffeeshop's auntie's coffee is brutal. I run to toilets at second sips. No kidding.

Despite the immense pressure and some work screw ups, I'm dealing with my days well. My tears to sleep have lessen considerably, and so perhaps I might have a shot at a normal life now.

Maybe even an extraordinary one, -if I'm over ambitious.