I see heads hunkered down, fingers dancing across keyboards and the stench of boredom strikes my nose...I must be at work.
However, I can regail my dear readers of tales of gross inanity - hanging out with geriatrics at a confusing bar in Clayton; implicit racism, submission, torment and fiery redheads at Cho Gao in the city; and my personal favorite, running my low-rent media empire while wearing my trackpants.
All fantastical stories which would require a savage censorship before I even contemplated putting finger to keyboard.
Oh, and now I've spilled my glass of water across my desk. The most exciting thing to have happened to me today.