Report from the front. Thanks to the project I’m working on, I’ve not left the confines of my office much recently. The times that I do, it is to go out to shoot stuff or partake in project-related fieldwork.
Have not had much of a chance to savour the pleasures of retail therapy. Or participated in anything remotely resembling physical activity. Or even eaten a proper meal.
In fact, I’m eating so badly these days, I would faint if I weren’t me.
(Apparently the ability to make sense or even speak in coherent sentences has been lost as well. More than once, my brain ceased to think and simply cruises on auto pilot. I may be still at work, but I’m reduced into a writing drone, so to speak. Just write, not much thinking required.)
Okay, maybe not eating that badly. But a lot more badly than I normally would eat. And, of course, I need sleep. (So, what’s new?) I would be so grouchy, if I weren’t so darn tired.
Conversations with me nowadays have a 3-second response lag time. Sometimes it might involve me saying a bunch of words in broken order, and you having to string them into sentences on your own. The later in the night it is, the more jumbled up the words are. On top of that, I’m also lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua.
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Enough whining. Me tired. And me still got three departments left of an eight-department store promotional advertorial to fill with drone writing and descriptions of bolstercases.
