if it were even remotely appropriate, i’d be running around work here with my underpants on my hand shouting “AIIIEEE!” over and over again.

however, this does not solve the problem of the short story that refuses to be written. i’ve got 48 short hours until it’s due. and i even gave myself a tighter deadline, telling FFJ that i’d bring a draft for her to lunch tomorrow.

in other nonshort story and un’mats related news, i totally forgot to come to work this morning. there i was cuddled into the comfy green chair watching my now-ritualistic 20 minutes of Dawson’s Creek before leaving, and the next thing i know it’s 8:58 and i’m definitely going to be late for work. i am ashamed to admit it, but i got so wrapped up in the Dawson’s Creek that i forgot to leave. See, it’s the one where Brooks dies and Pacey & Joey finally do it. Easily one of my all time faves.

lucky for me most of the office is visiting the Canuckian Mothership and didn’t even notice how late i was.