Ruin too easy.
Oh, yes – when it rains, it fucking pours.
Deadlines, deadlines – not mine for the taking, but a force in the making. Presumably made up of a series of meaningless numbers promptly noted with bright-coloured ink on a well-worn calendar, as we go about creating something out of nothing; and accompanied by a string of curses and unintelligible words vigorously let loose with a vibrant vocabulary, as we go about airing our grouses to all and sundry.
Not that anyone actually listened.
So rain down on me; wash and bear me away into the high seas – and perhaps we can pretend that none of this ever happened.