What a clusterf**k

The last 2 hours of work has literally been following a single strand through an evil nest of knots.Trying to get it untangled from everything it and all the other strands have created. Meanwhile, part of the knot ball is on fire and a bird is circling above threatening to poop on you.

No that doesn't make sense, but the subject line does. A giant family business clusterf**k.

That's all I got. The other part will be sorted out on the various genre blogs.

Also, from now on we are taking notes at our meetings and Z and I will try not to be jerks when my parents start in on an idea as if it'd never been thought of, and yet, we have years (YEARS) of the exact pending conversation. The memory is one big cruel trick.