We finished work almost all at once, and I walked home with my beloved bosses (one is the Dopey Dude) and one of then looked at his watch and says,
"Oh, my god, it's not even 4 O'Clock."
Yep, that is my work pattern, and that's why I never sleep at night.
And it WAS quiet for Wednesday, even though we had an opening for part of our building after its renovation.
It was so boring for me, I began reading "Twelveth Night".
Then I come home and find two air-dryers humming in my rooms, extracting air into comfy dryness, while me sipping Carlsberg..
I love my life, and the only thing missing right now is probably my fear. Why am I so fearless?
