Playing with friends on Twitter–even friends who will follow a line of scatological humor all the way down to the hilarious dregs–does not constitute a break. Working on a novel–even one that I enjoy, and love–doesn’t, either.

And the day job? I think about quitting that every day. It’s supposed to be a means to an end, but at the same time… well, the end seems incredibly far away. Possibly, I need a better class of day job.

I’m not sure I wouldn’t make a good used car salesman, or crime scene cleaner.

I have some vacation time coming up, and true to form, I’m thinking of using it to work.

I’m going to have to make a conscious decision not to.