Wimp.

Wow, a ten hour day? This used to come naturally to me. What a wuss I am now.

Though, I will say, a ten hour day feels longer when it starts at noon on Friday, and at 10 PM I'm still waiting for the magic email that releases me into the waiting arms of a Lola's martini. It also feels longer when you are the ONLY PERSON LEFT in the entirity of Editorial at Known Entertainment Journalism Venture. Seriously, it's very I Am Legend in here. And I ain't got no dog. Or overtime. At this point, though, I'd prefer the dog.

posted by Liz  # 10:05 PM

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