My computer has inherited my waking hours. My computer and my chair.
I can literally feel my ass flattening.
Tonight, the hours at work are stretching before me like a desert. Again. Friday night in my office, 40 floors up, under florescent lights. I have a Very Important Deadline.
I feel like throwing this fucking Aeron chair through the window and following it out.
5 comments:
SOunds like someone needs to visiualise goats and more goats.
Hope the deadline races past. (I am on one too, actually, but at least I get to do it from home...)
Smalls towns in the West are calling your name, my dear. They even have some interesting and educated inhabitants.
Sounds like someone needs a Wisconsin weekend on the back of an old friend, cantering through the fallen leaves.
don't do it mama!
wow...that's one smart lentil.
I bet you felt better yesterday in the bright sunshine!
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