Ah. Saturday.

Sweet nothing, delightful void, today is a sheet of
paper that could wrap a gift, flutter in the wind, explode into confetti. This
week strained my brain and taxed my patience. I saw the creative team sag like
so much overcooked spaghetti, and felt equal parts worry and pride at the way
they flung out ideas and spent energy as if yes, there’s more where that came
from, we’ll just collapse tomorrow.

so I look forward to walking around in a daze. I’m sure the others are in the
same mood.

Here’s to a nothing