Today, work was a shark-eyed monster lurking under the surface of an idyllic weekend, waiting to pounce. Work was like this:

As a result, my brain feels like this:

In case the meaning is lost, that would be my brain feeling small and trying to hide under a chair despite the fact that everyone can see it.

So, tonight I’m drinking some wine and doing this:

Only I will be wearing clothes because I am not a heathen