It is 2am and I am still in the office. The week being an extremely rough one, just refuses to end. It is tenaciously clinging on, absolutely intent on craving its initials into my personal history. And from the looks of things, it is likely to stretch itself over six, seven more days.

Or perhaps longer...

Issues happen, trouble has got to go somewhere, somehow and shit has to find a place to land. A friend asked me if this is happening because it is month end.

Shit is seldom seasonal...