When it rains, it pours my friends. When two world collide, they will spectacularly implode and will somehow resemble my September. Downtime? Me-time? Pshaw. Sleep? Only for the weak. Who needs sanity?
Cherry Springs. Barcelona. Oh wait, let’s close on a house. My house. Then fly to San Francisco the very same night.
I must be clinical. Insane. Who let me out to play?