So raging that I could hardly wait for the hour hand to pass midnight to vent spleen on yesterday. R and I took the leap of faith at an ocean of experience and fell right in.
Our project isn't doomed, never say that, never think it, not 'til you really have to and not even then, no, but our project is in shambles and such is the solid, stolid main-course of the working studio week.
What a rigmarole and I blew S's ears flat telling him all about it.
The booze helped him bear it.
His water babe took him bowling, then in true Francis Drake style cast off to engage more brooding matters and left him on the quayside.
He was happy to wave.
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