Thursday, November 08, 2007
Day 8
I hate 48-hour day.
Hate. With passion. Seriously.
Those of you who live in the land of mortgage-backed securities know what I'm talkin' about.
This is one of those days where I cannot stare at the computer anymore or my eyeballs might just fall right out of my head and onto the keyboard and that would not be great for anyone. Labels: the grind
wingless was still breathing at 3:30 PM
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