But in the usual "fuck we're busy!" way and not in the "fuck we're busy and monica is a backstabbing whore and Chris is hungover again and everyone keeps asking me questions about the schedule that I can never have time to fix, and I just want to die die die. Cleanup at the service desk.... bring a mop!"
and it's very icky outside. muggy as hell, drizzling.
I don't think I'm ready for today.