successfully blown off 3.5 hours at work. Erps! I had better get crackin'.

severe thunderstorm warnings, coffee and a FedEx delivery with client changes on the way.

you ever just force yourself to finish a book that's going nowhere for the sense of accomplishment? Fuck, I'm hating this story

really sick of uber creative folks who live in lofts, listen to cute indie pop, have fabulous hair and hock their crafts on etsy. *harumph*

working diligently to complete today's ads and brochures so I can take tomorrow afternoon off and see Star Trek (geeky laughs and snorts).

melatronic a trio of friend songs

doesn't care what y'all say, Glen Campbell rocks (except for that stupid South Dakota added ending)

updated my atrociously-lit profile photo. Next time, slap me, k?

I unintentionally woke b4 dawn (fucking cat). It's dark, still, quiet. And lonely.

Monday morning workplace overload is seriously disrupting my surreptitious in-world dealings.