Workaholic...

So apparently, I'm a workaholic.

I mean, just beacuse I hold down two jobs, write, barely sleep and live on coffee doesn't mean I'm a workaholic...right?

So Saturday was the big move. Finally I'm back in my old house that's safe, and without stupid shebeens/whorehouses across the road. The Halloween party went down like a storm, unfortunately fo rme, though, I faceplanted on my bed by 11pm - I was that tired.

Also, my second job has been offered as a full time job with better pay. I'm waiting for the paperwork to be finalised and then we'll see what happens.

I owe people fics. Which I shall write tonight. I think.