This has been one of the busiest work weeks of my existence. Midnight oil, multiple client meetings – and it’s not over yet. Friday is chock full of phone calls too. But the end is in sight. I can almost see the trophy, and it’s made of Mousakka. I have a lovely little list of weekend plans, including but not limited to – getting all Greek, a deep conversation about squirrel fishing, hot chocolate and perhaps even a new desk if the GoonSquad will allow.
My phone has been ringing off the hook with aggrivated clients like it’s my job. Actually, it is my job – but the way things have been going I’m starting to feel like P-Diddy had his digits been published on the PETA website. I’m not sure if I like that reference, but it’s late and I’m going to stick with it.
It’s been a busy 7 days, but one of the more eventful of my knucklehead life. I don’t usually call my shots, but things are getting interesting again. Although, it’s probably just the medication.
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once in a while
you get shown the light
in the strangest of places
if you look at it right
Not often the Grateful Dead gets quoted on here by someone other than me.
Given your week from H, I think it would be in your best interest to blow off some steam @ the show tonight! Will I see you at Paddy O’s? Come on, we can wear leather pants and gut-squishing corsets like chrissy!
good Lord.
can i come?