I’m in a pickle.
I’m drunk – as far as legalities go – but I’ve been shooting out emails like machine gun bullets and apparently, my spelling and grammar remain intact, as does my logic..
By this I mean that I have a fistful of meetings tomorrow with increasingly impactful consequences ranging from letting a glazier into my apartment through to the future of my current (paid) employment. Each has made demands of my immediate capacity for English, time and reason, and each requires more effort than the preceding engagement. After tomorrow, I might just take a day or two to recuperate.
Anyhow, tolerance is tough to build – and harder to maintain…