Oh, the shame, the shame: for the first time ever I’m having to postpone my life update and not do it on exactly the right day. (Third of the month.) I’m hoping that the heavens won’t fall in or that we won’t be sent a plague of poisonous frogs, because I’m very superstitious about my life updates going out on time, but the fact that I’m typing this under the title “life update” has to go some way to satisfying the non-existent, completely-in-my-imagination Gods of order and punctuality.
I’m actually shaking with stress, is the truth of it; my habit of taking too much one has reached its peak. What’s more, I have to go out and won’t be back in time to write my life update later and even this little pathetic (probably quite unnecessary) explanation is eating into the time I had reserved for completing six different crucial administrative tasks. As it stands, I’m going to be leaving the house with only my bottom half clothed (lovely visual for you, there) and part of a chewed-up cherry stuck in my hair. Avid followers will know that I’m launching an app; those in my most immediate social group will also know that I have another new project on the go. Crazy, yes, but, true. And it’s in the paperwork-heavy stage of things, which is sending me almost apoplectic with rage: if I get one more email saying please print, sign, scan and send the following then I’m probably going to have to ...