Working through major haemorraging of the medulla eblongata here at ISP heaven. Last night marked an unexpectedly good session with the graphics massive, punctuated with several pitstops at various establishments for tequila induced frivolity. This week is looking scarily epic. I get home at 11 tonight, and am expecting a certain Mr. Bennett at my front door 10 mins later clutching an 8,000 word business plan in his dirty little meathook, which I then have to edit for Monday morning. Joy. On top of that, I have a print deadline for a big thingy on Thursday, another for a massive one next week, C logic to finish tweaking, and a dissertation that really isn’t writing itself. Oh yeah. And I found a certain parcel of cd’s on my desk this morning that I thought I posted.. Fuckwit. I’ll do that tomorrow, Mr. B.
In short, I shouldn’t be writing this, but hey. That’d mean I’d have to talk to customers, which doesn’t exactly fall into the ‘highly productive’ category, either..
Right. If I skive any more, they’ll sack me. Better go, my collective adonii…
Byeee 
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