Meredith is gone to Chicago for a week, so commences my "bachelor-pad" phase where I will lose track of time in the office and not feed the cats or myself, will catch up on OZ and other dvds she doesn't care about, and systematically order takeout from one end of the neighborhood to the other. My standard 8 hours of sleep will be reduced to 3 or 4. And I will no doubt go out get drunk many times. Next time any of you see me I will look like Pigpen, rolling cloud of dust and all. I will also get a shitload of work done.
-bri
-bri
there's something special about prolonged periods of isolation when you know there's an end to it; i find it induces super-productivity too even if it's terrible on your digestive system! good luck with the time out!