Before I left for work I thought: "no alarms and no surprises." At 10:30 my man from AT showed up wanting some more business card edits, which was no problem until the dreaded blue to purple post script plague came, which was insignificant compared to the $3K job that walked in, 5/6 ready. Wanted to leave at midnight, clocked out at 1am, left at 2am. Didn't feel like tracking down some 7up for the 7 Crown, so tonight I'm trying green tea as a mixer. It tastes like ass.
drexel:
yeah that doesn't sound like a good mixer. it's kind of only good with japanese food.