Hi, my name is Sarah...and I'm a workaholic.

Okay, so check it: I'm not dead. Really. As far as I know, even the newest upgrades to Blogger do not allow you to access it from The Other Side. But aside from the fact that I have a pulse (or do I? Wait, let me check again-- yes, yes I do), what has been going on?

Nothing.

Well, that's not completely true. I have been failing miserably at this year's NaNoWriMo ( as is my yearly tradition), and I did organize my craft shelves in the most cunning way the other day...but mostly I've just been working. And working. And working a little more -- nights and weekends included. After my last official full time job ended, I swore that I would never work a 50+ hour week again. But like an alcoholic in denial, I always think, "Ah, one little full week won't hurt me." Heh. And three part-time jobs later, here I am with no time to myself, no time to write, no time to even do the effing dishes.

All work and no play makes Sarah a pretty dysfunctional girl. And it's not like she was premium material to begin with.

So I'm making some changes -- dropping a client, reducing work hours, trying not to be a pushover. Money isn't everything, after all.

Sanity's pretty good, too.