What a day.
What a week already
Pull a 13 hour work day.
Included a near panic attack.
Faked a near one too just to get someone to shut the fuck up and get to the point.
The things I have to do to be able to work in peace...lol.
I guarantee you, that wasn't listed in my job description.
Funny...I've noticed that more and more, I write my blogs the way I have to write my ad copy.
Every sentence gets it's only fucking line.
Wow.
Guess you could call this taking your work home with you.
Too bad I don't qualify for overtime. Sheesh.
Oops.
Other than that and my standard gripe about the weather...all is good.
2 o'clock and all's well!
Name that movie, and you get a cookie.
If you've got cookies in your possession, that is.
Pffffft.
Like I'm going to buy you a cookie.
Dream on.
Not like I've got any spare Girl Scouts in my pantry.
Night, turbos.
