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Friday Late Night Greats

I am totally flabbergasted by the fact that I'm still in the office at this ungodly (working) hour. Really, I am. After yesterday and today's all-out lets-get-things-moving-or-else kinda atmosphere, and a quite a few small explosions in my face, the last place I'd expect myself to be would here, at the office, at this time of night. Yes, I know I need (or probably even deserve) a break. And yet here I am, typing my woes away and offering tissue paper to yet another girl in tears (the other one was that girl during the WKL shoot) - both incidents of which I had absolutely nothing to do with at all, mind you.
Maybe it's the charm of KOL, I just don't know.
Well, since the girl's stopped crying and I really just half-care - see, I'm not completely heartless - I'm going home. Hello food, hello some-sort-of-semblance of peace of mind.
If only my Cushie was there too. ^_^
I know, I know. Mush, mush, mush. But this is my blog, so you can shut up now. ^_^


girl anemic said…
you should take a break. or change jobs. like me. joke!

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