Hear ya', Jim!!! Anyway, I am sooooooo glad today is over!!!

Jack, you do need to get your priorities straight.

Peter, sorry I left it quiet around here the other night. Humblest bowing and scraping!

 

Yeah, it's just that there's so much to do these past couple of days.

And it doesn't help that my boss' office is right next to my cube.

However I've recently mastered the art of pretending I'm doing work while whoring
(It certainly helps that my monitor is positioned in such away that no one can see what I'm doing without really trying)

 

Yes, monitor position is becoming very important. My office is definitely NOT set up properly for substantive whoring! (is that an oxymoron, by the way??)

Even properly positioned, I have to try to avoid the Hot Chicks thread and the like. Not only because of the consequences of someone seeing it, but of the consequences of my loss of attention

 

whoops, time to go read to the boys before bed... be back a little later! TTFN!

 

I hate having to bunker myself down in the apartment on a Saturday night doing work for Monday until 3am. It sux

Thankfully I might actually get some sleep tonight. I remember in studio back in college non-architecture majors liked to think that we sat around building toothpick houses.....It's sad when you'd actually would give your right arm to write a paper.

On a nicer note Kelly (my gf) and I are going to Boston for Columbus Day weekend...I have never been. Should be cool

Wish we were "flying" up

unfortunately we are taking a plane

 

oh yeah...not a fan of flying (planes that is)

 

Where you gonna' be, Jim? In the city?

 

Sorry for the late response Charlie, I got lost in design work.

I am staying in Waltham to be exact.

 

I hate being here instead of on a track in a faster than car.

 

I hate the ing psycho driving around shooting people randomly around Maryland..I hope he burns in Hell.

I hate the a**holes on the TV News who use a killer shooting people in the streets as a ratings booster.

YOU!!!! I hope you burn right next to him. The nerve. They can all sit with Hitler and have a weenie roast.