So, I’ve quickly and efficiently plowed through every project put in front of me today. Bam, bam, bam. Done. Oh, and I was actually on time. Something is clearly wrong.

Oh, and Blodgett handed an angry letter to his CEO. He frenzied, and since he’s clearly not a Pooka, fled to Chili’s with me for lunch. I really shouldn’t be spending 10 bucks a pop for lunch, but it’s nummy damnit.

I’m spending my entire weekend writing. This is going to be good. I’ve just come up with a good reason for the compiled pieces, and will just need to figure out a way to make each part of the story as unique as someone who isn’t involved, yet has a personal story of their own that touches with the characters’ at that instant. Hrm.