Like a gallant knight with chinked armor (bruises or contusions beneath each chink, a limp or two or three), dull, chipped blades (lost a few that broke), dead horse (several, actually - don't know how many), broken lance (all but the one I still grasp turned to dust in my hand after dispatching many enemies). Large parts of my brain have dripped out of my ears. My legs are made of rubber.
There was a scheduling SNAFU, today, and on the second busiest day of the year, I was alone (except for a young girl who needed to leave early, due to a nervous breakdown - personal life not in order, etc.) for too many hours, to cover all three departments.
I'm on my third cup of Costa Rican so I'm getting better-ish, now.
OK, the truth.
I'm a fucking off balance pinball that takes too long to hit its target and might just miss.
