contemplativeNot because it's been busy here at the office - I've taken fewer than a half-dozen calls since coming in (hardly at all late!) at 7:30 this morning - but quite possibly because I have been in count-down mode.
In 53 minutes (as I type this line), I will be blissfully unemployed for 9 days. Sadly, I have so far made no plans at all, aside from getting together with Laura. Or maybe not so sadly; what I need is a vacation and simply taking things as they come may be just what the doctor ordered.
Whatever. This is clearly a lame entry, likely not helped by the copious amounts of alcohol I've been consuming this week, drawn as I have been to sunny Queen Street patios after work - I wonder if I should be glad it's cool and not-so-sunny this afternoon.
On the other hand, it is my last day; surely now is the time to celebrate?
(Oh shut up, Young Geoffrey.)
I'll likely be at Rhino's, should anyone care to watch me get thoroughly lunched.
