The Month of Tzeentch has had some serious set backs brought about by the other chaos gods. I am not sure why I thought the five days in Vegas for work would be just that. But the five days in Vegas, or what we will call the five days of Slaanesh,gave way to the weekend of Nurgle, where I didn't actually leave my bed. I was delusional to think that I would be immune to the nastiness that abounds in that petri dish called a Trade Show. It is like the best and brightest colds are imported from all over the country to run rampant over an alcohol battered, sleep-deprived immune system.
In short, I have three days to finish one screamer, and they way I am feeling, it will be down to the wire.
Thanks for reading,