everybody but me
Why do I have the niggling feeling that I’m arriving late at the party of Understanding That Working For Five Or Six Or Seven Hours On One Story Will Fry Your Brain For Working On Another That Same Day?
Why do I have the niggling feeling that I’m arriving late at the party of Understanding That Working For Five Or Six Or Seven Hours On One Story Will Fry Your Brain For Working On Another That Same Day?
If you’re late to the party, so am I! I still switch to another story at the end of the day when I probably ought to just give it up.