So....I'm in on a Sunday. I've so far managed to work from home on Sundays but I need the printer today. PMA Sundays suck. But then I've had a pretty sucky week. I've felt like Eeyore in a room full of Tiggers. Everyone else seems to be so enthused. I never knew I could feel grumpy 24 hours a day until now. But I think I'm over the worst of it. The magazine is nearly done, placement starts soon so I'm on the home straight. Oh who am I kidding? I'm off to find a bottle of gin and a quiet room to weep in.