“I’m like the Lord of the fucking Dance. I got moves.”

Dean Dean Dean. Darlin’, you look good no matter what decade you’re in. You’re also eeeevil.

Work has slowed down this week. And by slowed down, I mean I’m no longer working 14 hour days and tearing the hair out of my head. Which is good. The bald spots were getting noticeable. As was the lack of sleep.