Yay. Another jolly Sunday in the office. I'm still a bit poofed from work last night, and I think my little cold is developing into something bigger courtesy of the super-cold air-conditioners in my office. Brr... but it's cold. Probably my fault for wearing bermudas, but my jeans are in the washing machine.
When I leave it'll probably be night. I'm beginning to miss sunsets. It's odd to walk into the office in the middle of the day and walk out at night. I don't think it's healthy. And tomorrow promises to be another such day. I keep reminding myself that the more I do today the less I'll have to do tomorrow. Not much help that's doing though - I just keep wanting to bolt out of the door. It's a weekend in the office - who doesn't want to bolt?