I have been in a wierd mix of moods, sometimes all sickly sweet and sometimes a hell hound of a bitch.
Maabe this someway explains my renewed writing zeal.
I think I scared UDBM yesterday. He just called to ask me to do something, offering all manner of help should I need it. The carrot of bids glistens like gold. But my patience/doormat is thinning.
La!
Data entry (seeing as UBM is not around*). Perhaps some decaf first? Yeah...
*in fact my managers all seem to be running scared.
17 of 70 pages done.