Pooped. Pooped. Very pooped. I’ve discovered that dancing to 1 Beatles song and 1 Fatboy Slim song is good for 30 minutes of report writing. Listening to Nina Simone pula makes you go all misty-eyed and SMS-inclined.
2136. Only 2 hours and 24 minutes more and it’s Friday. Sigh. If the client doesn’t sign my invoice tomorrow thereby negating all my efforts this past week, I will very likely have a tantrum and go on a shopping spree. A cute little pug should cheer me up. Ha. I’m too tired to even laugh properly.