No one here but us chickens

Oh my God, oh my God, there is so much stuff I have to do that I have managed to do exactly nothing which just means it's piled up and now everything is urgent. I'll get to it, I really will ... later. This week went sideways starting on Monday and seems to be heading downward fast. I believe the only solution at this point is to pretend Alles ist klar. Yes, complete and total avoidance.

I need to get out. I need wasabi peas.