Well, here I am

Workin' on a Saturday. The whole Saturday, apparently. It was supposed to be a couple of hours, but it's turned into a marathon of fiddle-farting around trying to get the damn fiscal year closed. The degree to which I actually care about the fiscal year close, or anything else with the word "fiscal" in it, can be measured in pico-somethings. And yet, here I am.

What's more, I'm very very hungry. I skipped breakfast, thinking I'd be home by lunchtime. I went out a bit ago in search of victuals, and came up both empty-handed and rained-upon.

So, I'm amusing myself designing my bedroom re-do. What do you think? Are these curtains too rugby-shirt-ish?



Oooh, yay! They just said I could go home. Food, here I come.