Tuesday morning, I'm a wreck. I had been plagued by nightmares the whole night and find myself questioning my life decisions. I almost cause a car crash on the ride to work.

One more sinkhole has appeared today. The others now have a very noticeable black slime on them. The news has decided to call them 'Sites (aka shorthand for "Parasites"). They had doubled their growth rate overnight. Scientists discovered that while they are not poisonous or venomous, they are good at consuming other organic matter. Not the most pleasant thought.

At Security Saver, I get an individual project to monitor and improve the code around some rich person's website. It's a familiar exercise that puts me at ease.

At Scriptor's, I get a personalized project to monitor some more of the printers pumping away in the back. It's a familiar exercise that sends nerves wriggling in my stomach.

Everyone on my blog is thrilled that my book comes out tomorrow. Some people come into my store to try to preorder. Figuring this is evidence of the chaos of tomorrow, I start collecting people's money and writing down names on sticky notes. I wish these preorders would make all the books I'm going to sell disappear.

That night, I move most of my old books and replace them with "How to Not be a Superhero." The smell of freshly printed paper is strong in the air as I lock up for the night.