I’m snowed under a pile of green slush cleverly disguised as club scene pictures of beautiful people, all the while wishing the machines I’m working on could read my mind because I can’t seem to communicate with them fast enough. I have an engagement tonight with a health-spa-type place but unfortunately I’m not there to unwind. Before I head there however, I have to tunnel my way out from under this pile of slush (hopefully generating something worthwhile), email the painstakingly doctored slush to my superiors and do something to stop the rumbling in my stomach.

Thinking about the divine grilled lamb cutlets I had for dinner last night isn’t helping my concentration. My mind is as thick as the garlic aioli that came with the lamb. Lynn announced her confirmed date of departure over dinner last night. I almost dropped the fried cheese I was about to devour.

Ohgodthereisalwayssomuchwork.

I am stupidly unable to leave at 6pm like normal people do.