and it’s only thursday. not only do i still have designers block, but i got a bunch of other small, not-so-fun projects piled on top of my cover so i couldn’t spend the whole day staring at a blank screen and doing “research” on the web. i’m having a big stiff drink when i get home. and the brit can rub my feet. actually he can’t. i’m too ticklish and i’ll accidentally kick him in the face if he tries it. the apple i had for breakfast/lunch is not cutting it and i’m starting to flag. i have to get out of here soon before i make someone cry (or i start to cry!).
i just finished my last job for the day, replied to my last email and i’m outta here. vodka here i come.

two cents