My assistant at work is completely fucking useless (and kind of a closet racist). Not only do I have my work to do, I've got half of her work plus fixing all the stuff she screws up if I don't keep a really close eye on everything she does. I get home completely exhausted and incapable of anything more taxing than vegging out in front of the TV.

I've still got my post-its for the last few pieces of Life in Progress, but god only knows when I'll be able to write again.

On the brightside, I got the complete Queer as Folk for Christmas. I'd never seen it before and absolutely adored it--the first three seasons at least.