This week has been stupid; one minute world crashing in, another minute everything fine again (or even ace).
There have been horrible fuck ups, shouting matches, more cock-ups, more shouting matches, car crashes, legal issues, stupid deadlines and me being at the heart of things, cos whether or not the fuck ups are my fault, as editor, they *are* my responsibility to put right...
...which I have. And there's been free champagne, fab undie shopping, great meetings, cool conversations and good friends being utter bloody stars.
I hate bouncy weeks. OK, they're better than weeks that are entirely full of low spots but I like things to be relatively even paced; even fast paced. But my emotions being dragged in every direction is a very sucky thing.
On the plus side, I have been reminded:
a) Life isn't workand work isn't life, no matter how many hours you do.
b) Sleep is essential
c) Having good friends and the best bloke in the world makes me very fucking lucky indeed.