I suck. I really do.

[mandragora]

Christmas cards written? Er, none.

Emails responded to (in particular I owe raincitygirl a nice, long email)? Also none.

Entries made to the new weird_books community, which has just been set up by akaspeedo to discuss books of a science-fiction/fantasy nature, or anything that's just generally weird? (And which I am herewith pimping.) Even though I promised to write an early entry. You've guessed it. Nil. Nada. Niet.

It's just a bit... overwhelming atm. Suffice it to say that my work week is teh crazy, exacerbated by the fact that I'm away on business most of the time, camped out in hotels. I am at present taking a short break from working. At 21.45 on a Sunday evening, because the deadlines are that tight. Couple this with the usual round of pre-Christmas socialising, plus the fact that I'm away again workwise from this coming Tuesday until... well, I don't actually know when I'll make it back to London because after Christmas at the parents' place I may have to go straight back to seeing the client again. I'll have to see how it goes this week.

So, um, yeah. I'm pretty damn knackered actually. Not to mention stressed out. It was the office Christmas party on Friday evening, which I came back to London for. There were several comments about how tired I was looking (even though I'd slapped some make-up on in a desperate attempt to look lively and raring to go and that I seemed to be a little wound up. No shit, Sherlock. I want a rest. But aren't going to get it. Because I'm going to have to work on documents of a legal nature during Christmas.

All this whinge is a prelude to my humble apology to anyone to whom I owe cards, emails, book recs. I am really sorry about their lack and I don't know when you'll get them. The pressure is likely to be on for at least another 6 weeks or so. After that, hopefully things will be less pressurised. Hopefully.

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[mandragora1.livejournal.com]

Glad it's not just me! Very comforting.