fifty feet down in the Baker Street underground

[vostoklake]

I worked for two solid weeks with barely a break, and I held it together reasonably well.

This weekend was my first time off in ages, and I turned into a hysterical shrieking harpy at times. Probably something to do with allowing myself to relax - the tension went zinging off in random directions. And hit people. My apologies to everyone who was on the receiving end of me going "over the top".