Boymeat (boymeat) wrote,
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Bed? Now? Please???

I. Am. So. Fucking. Tired.

Finished the client project from hell last night. Well, it wasn't really from hell, but it felt like it. Of course, after the plan is done, I need to sell it.

That was today. Two out of three conference calls with various departments of the client done. First one? At EIGHT in the morning. Jeez. I don't function before 9:30 on a normal day at work. I had to get up at 5:45, leave by 6:30, make it in by 7:30, to prepare for the call.

That sounds like I'm bitching, doesn't it? Well, yeah, I guess I am. It's my party, I'll bitch if I want to.

Left work last night before the rain, looked like the weather would hold until I got home. So I left my umbrella at the office. Of course, the weather didn't hold. So I walked home 8 blocks from my train station in pummeling rain. I was soaked to the core.

One more conference call tomorrow, then its on to the next client. I just want to go to bed. I want beautiful female feet, and bed. Feet in bed. Massage and feet and bed.

*moan* So tired.
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