I've got about 10 minutes before D picks me up for a late nite supper, one eye is blinking madly (damn the contacts) and my Technical Director is out there waiting for me to go home so he can lock the office up.
And yet.
The questions come flying. Just one question, really, but the permutations and the possibilities arising out of that one word are endless.
Why?
Why this blog?
Why am I here?
Why am I working so late at nite, when The BF is out working late too and all I really should do is go home like a good girl and curl up with a nice book or another episode of the Gilmore Girls?
D's calling. I gotta go.
Mood:
Bleh
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