I’m living on Huel bars and ramming my head into the wall because this client newsletter design isn’t coming together, and tomorrow’s packed too. The office next door is renovating loudly, my partner in crime is home with her sick kid, and the inbox is at a threatening 19 emails that I really should deal with today.

All in all, it’s a regular Thursday in the brink of the apocalypse.

I’m so having a glass of wine and something tasty when I get home.