Here, presented for the first time for your viewing pleasure, is MY WORK SCHEDULE FROM YESTERDAY! Yaaaaaay!
10:35 Arrive at work.
10:35-11:45 Check my email, read d-land, catch up on my online comics, read news articles that make me vaguely ill.
11:45-12:35 Check my email several more times.
12:35 Realize the office is approximately ninety kajillion degrees.
12:36 Decide to have lunch.
12:37-12:55 Have a brief political discussion with some people in the office, in which I learn that there are some people in my office with whom I should never have a political discussion.
12:55 Head downstairs.
12:56 Call Petit, see if she will meet me for lunch. Agree to meet at 1:30 at the Howard Johnson's.
12:57 Decide that I do not feel like waiting upstairs for half an hour.
12:58-1:05 Walk to Times Square, dodging camera crew filming something for a local news station.
1:05-1:15 Wander through Virgin Megastore.
1:15 Dodge a camera crew filming something for MTV.
1:16 Head outside, dodge camera crew filming something for ABC.
1:17 Cross the street, dodge Naked Cowboy.
1:18 Answer questions re: Naked Cowboy for laughing, annoying tourists.
1:19 Turn down offer of diamond watch from man in street.
1:21 Turn down offer of drugs from different man in street.
1:22 Buy absurdly overpriced ($8.10!!) pack of Luckies.
1:23 Turn down offer of tickets for Thoroughly Modern Millie.
1:24 Watch several male strippers walk into their job at The Gaiety theatre. Shudder.
1:25 Turn down offer of tickets for Lion King.
1:25-1:30 Glare at any and all passersby, just daring them to try and sell me something.
1:30-2:15 Eat lunch at HoJos. Said lunch includes the worst margarita that has ever been created -- smelling vaguely of ether and tasting vaguely of grody. Eat "Ultimate Nachos." Pay $22.00 for lunch at, have I mentioned, HOWARD JOHNSON'S. Still, great conversation.
2:15-2:25 Stalk back to the office. being thankful that the tourists are now all inside matinee shows and not blocking my path.
2:25 Realize the office is still ninety kajillion degrees. Wilt.
2:25-5:55 Stare at my screen and pretend to work. This is accomplished by clicking the mouse every few minutes. Do no actual work. Stick my head out the window every few minutes for a breath of life-giving air.
5:55 Mumble something about "taking work home." Stick a few random folders in my satchel.
5:56 Go home. Ignore folders in satchel for the rest of the night.
After several hours of glaring at the TV screen and watching some admittedly terrible television, which for some reason I adore beyond all reason in the same way that I adore Aqua, I felt much better. I had intended to write some NaNoStuff last night, but it would have been far too gruesome if written in the mood I was in. I am feeling much more perky today, and can only hope that my favourable mood prevails until after I get home and sit in front of my keyboard.