No Actual Snakes Were Used in This Blog Post

I'm done with snakes. Let's pretend my mother has wiped them all from the face of the Earth. I won't mention snakes anymore.

Even though my gigantic pile of work is slithering its way through my psyche to devour my last BB-sized bit of sanity. And my sidewinding attempts to avoid a total breakdown have left me nothing but rattled.

Don't asp me if there's anything I can shed from my vast amount of work. There isn't. I tried. My fiance is very supportive and tells me to relax and take baby steps. And I say "Adder boy."

Sometimes to deal with the stress I eat lots of desserts. But if I eat too much cake or py-thon I won't be able to fit into my jeans. And of course there's the whole blood sugar thing I'm trying to control. But I don't want to boa you with that right now. Let's just say the diet constricts my choices of meals. Rats.

I am very very sleep deprived and now I have to go to the dentist. If you need to reach me, call me there. My dentist is a good guy. Eel let you know venom finished.