Rocket surgery
It's been a busy few weeks. Today is the first day in a long time I haven't been exhausted at the end of the day or that the end of the day wasn't between 9 and 10 pm.
That said, here are a couple funny mixed metaphors that came out of my tired brain recently:
"It's not rocket surgery." (Turns out this isn't a very original phrase, but it was certainly unintended at the time.)
"I'm sweating against a deadline." (I like the imagery here.)



