And lo it became The Plan

Moses on a malachite man-rammer! I sold the plan on the boss with my initial half-assed, sketched together abstract. Either he takes me on a great deal of faith that I have half a clue of which I utter, the advantages are much more apparent and attractive than I was estimating they would be to him outright, or I pitched it to him after a seven day straight binge of hard alcohol and ephedrine and he would have thought painting the staff paisley would be a great idea.

Obviously I am going to hope for the first two options.

Now however, I have to take my partially detailed potential plans and convert them into implementable courses of action. It is now, The Great Plan. Unexpectedly accelerated time-tables are so invigorating. Much in the same way as hooking a twelve foot bull shark while float fishing a river in an inner tube would be.

Gods have mercy upon my little, broken body.