I’m still working at the graveyard. In fact, recently, I have posted a story, in which I cobbled together a number of stressed-out work dreams I’ve had about the whole ordeal. I still like my job, mind you, and I wonder why my brain gets that way.
Speaking of brains, I have somehow gotten a wild hair into mine that The Happy Valley should now be an audio drama instead so I have been working on a script for that. Dear Gods help me, why am I like this?