It’s called a deadline for a very specific reason - nothing survives after it, when you’re dead you’re dead.
No Resurrection; this isn’t Easter.
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When I’m really busy I lose the ability to communicate, through speech (sign language or gestures), with the real world. I start conversations - with people - and then end up finishing them silently, in my own head. I think I share this particular problem with lots of businesses and brands.
It’s a terrible habit and I’ve been trying to break it for years but, I’ve recently realised, it isn’t a problem - or at least it wouldn’t be if more people were telepathic …
Today I had an epiphany: hard hats are totally underrated. They’re awesome.
I am divorcing my sinuses. It’s over.
I’ve tried to make it work. I’ve been patient. I worked through the horrific headaches, the embarrassment caused by a watering eye (note the singular) and the leaky nose. I can’t, however, get over the constant I’m going to sneeze feeling.
It’s been real sinuses but now it is time for you to pack - your never ending supply of snot en trane - and go.
My nose could take on Usain Bolt - in the 100m’s - and win.
I have a cold. It blows … pun totally intended.