i'm on the ragged edge

After over a week of a nasty head cold and weird sleeplessness issues, I find that my judgment is seriously impaired and accompanied by large quantities of used Kleenex for snot and tears... so I'll keep this short.

I got both of these comics (click to enlarge) on the same day, and both made me laugh uproariously for very different reasons.

My job has changed a lot in the last two years, and we're moving me back toward what it was intended to be: managing editor. But it comes with a lot of change, more hours, and I'm finding it hard to get my feet back under me. I have more meetings with my boss, and they often end with him instructing me to brainstorm solutions to the problems/puzzles we've uncovered or started. But the ten-day forecast is not good.

This is for everyone else who is friends with me. The context is about a secret, but it's particularly applicable to me, the girl who simply cannot keep her mouth shut about anything. Ever. I don't WANT to be the friend everyone else has to warn "Please don't put this on the internet," but I'm afraid I'm sliding down that slippery slope. It might even be too late.