Working in an office on a Sunday (as opposed to romantically writing freelance in a cafe while having the friendly staff pop by with regular cups of coffee to ask questions that make you sound Incredibly Interesting (I tip well, and our local caff resembles a performance art space half the time)) is a TERRIBLE WASTE OF A SUNDAY.
Though at least I felt morally virtuous in cheering up my friend who was also there, and we were able to have a little sing-along, which was when Security came by to check we were all right ... but who expects office sanity on the weekend?
I have an enormous amount of writing to accomplish in the next nine days. Please feel free to nag. I rate the probability of me finishing it at about 74%. This figure will be revised down to about 52% if it turns out that Sarah Palin actually resigned because of something irresistibly HILARIOUS.
Though at least I felt morally virtuous in cheering up my friend who was also there, and we were able to have a little sing-along, which was when Security came by to check we were all right ... but who expects office sanity on the weekend?
I have an enormous amount of writing to accomplish in the next nine days. Please feel free to nag. I rate the probability of me finishing it at about 74%. This figure will be revised down to about 52% if it turns out that Sarah Palin actually resigned because of something irresistibly HILARIOUS.