Work is kickin' my ever expanding ass today, I've got a couple of hundred clients to invoice before we close the shutters for Christmas break and the phone hasn't stopped ringing. Hateful. Oh, and we're out of coffee and I'm making do with instant. You know, I can actually feel myself losing a little bit of self respect with every sip.
So this is likely it for today, my lambs. I know, one crappy Christmas Tree pic and this waffle! You all deserve more, you know it.
The good news is I finally got the gifts I'm buying for my immediate family posted yesterday afternoon. Along with the shame storm for dilly dallying I got to pay a premium postage rate to make sure they got there in time. Fun! Christmas makes me feel so judged. I'm also off to the theatre tonight to see a fab play about The Gays, which I'll endeavour to review tomorrow, assuming the friggin' phone shuts up for 5 minutes.
Things could be worse I guess, I could be getting sued for US$7.6 million. Although, somehow I think being described as a pudgy poseur would hurt more.