Still alive, somewhat
Jul. 19th, 2010 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slaughterhouseThings are good, though I can't begin to tell you how exhausted I am right now. It's literally had to move I'm so exhausted, and keeping my eyes open is a trial. I'm not sure why I'm so worn down — I think maybe spending a few hours at the office surrounded by loud, boisterous people, wore me out. Sometimes people just make me tired.
My bike got a flat, which was irritating — but Mike fixed it for me on Thursday, so I've got wheels again. Boys with bike grease all over their hands and forearms: more attractive than they have any right to be.
Press day on Wednesday should be short, my section's only two pages. I got a second monitor at the office, finally got my desk all set up to accomodate it. It's fucking glorious, I can't even put it into words.
My bike got a flat, which was irritating — but Mike fixed it for me on Thursday, so I've got wheels again. Boys with bike grease all over their hands and forearms: more attractive than they have any right to be.
Press day on Wednesday should be short, my section's only two pages. I got a second monitor at the office, finally got my desk all set up to accomodate it. It's fucking glorious, I can't even put it into words.
