(98) On the Evil Eye, Palestine and Accidental Naps

Holy shit, that’s it. I’ve checked my email for the last time, the last-last time, and the last last-last time. And a few more after that.

My assistant is going to handle everything else while I’m gone. Thank god for her, seriously. I’ve left her a million notes, and I know she will read them carefully and only reach out if she absolutely has to.

I told her not to let our developer boss her around. Somehow, I’m paying her money in order for her to rudely…

Never mind. I’m on vacation.

I’m on vacation, I’m on vacation, I’M ON VACATION!!!!

When I’m back, I can fire the developer. But right now, I’m. On. Vacation.

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