McDonald's Makes Me Feel All Woozy

She wrote me back. Superpsyche!

Today was one of those, don't get up from your desk except to microwave your lunch types of days. I was tired going into it, and I'm tired coming out, but sometimes a busy day is easier to get through than a long, drawn out one when you're zonked. I've got to be prepared for day 3 of the freaked-out screaming client from Hell tomorrow morning, but that's the sort of glory I'm in this gig for. Got my thousand yard stare, going strong. All us PM's that been in the shit got it. Someday, you'll have it too.

I left the office just before 9PM and was not, by a longshot, the last one out of there. I'd go into a "Jesus, what's this work-a-day, crazy, drain-you-dry, corporate world doing to us" sort of rant, but I'm a good mood, so just you'll just have to wait for more of that later. You little misanthrope. Now scoot and go get some ice cream.