Feast or famine, this industry really is.
Three and a half more hours. *pounds head against desk* At least I've had lots of quality time with Buttercup, Shadow, and Arnold.
The work Xmas party is tonight. ACCIM throws a decent office party, usually. I promised Michael that I wouldn't get so drunk this time. No one wants a repeat of last year.
What's going on Friday night? I want to do something. Specifically, something that involves dancing. Maybe I'll call my favorite Marine, he's always up for a club.