You know that things aren't good when you get the rough feeling of something tearing your guts out, stringing them around you neck and then strangling you to death with your steaming entrails. And when things are really bad, you don't die quickly. An average day is when your guts are torn from you and you don't really feel it until they start throttling you to oblivion. It's fairly obvious that good days are when you reach that oblivion without noticing anything missing from that torso of yours.
Now that that's aside, we can discuss business. Fenris! Three words: Priorities, priorities, priorities! You do *not* sit around doing absolutely nothing just because you have a bunch of high-priority things waiting and you're uncertain which you'd rather do first. Just. Do. Something. Oh, and compromises are generally bad things. Nota Bene. Given the number of absolutely disastrous compromises, thou shalt not compromise unless absolutely necessary.
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