Even Great Jobs Have Bad Days

This heat is making everyone, including myself and all of my clients, too damn pissy, and it's making my job too damn hard. Thank jebus for "Roscoe" by Midlake, which I've been listening to on repeat for the past hour or so. It's keeping me calm, but repetative activity like that is probably the first sign of some sort of madness. Ah well, it's Friday. That gives me two whole days to shake off the crazy and start fresh next week.