Pull up a chair and join us for tonight's Saturday Night Open Thread, a/k/a SNOT.
The hardest thing about working for yourself equates weirdly to queuing theory: either nobody wants you or everybody wants you at the same time. Financially, the latter is much better than the former, but it makes for some hard weeks. After an 8pm meeting Sunday evening with a Pacific Rim client, I'll be at about 90 hours for the week.
I. Iz. Tired.
And there's little relief on the horizon. So, if y'all have been wondering where the most handsome, virile, witty, and hugest handed member of the BRB staff has been lately, there's the story, morning glory.