Hit the ground running is the cliche that aptly applies. Fresh from a 3-day sabbatical, still recovering from a holiday-lag, I find myself caught in the middle of a maelstorm of compres and storyboards. I hear the accounts boss shouting "We're going!" while everyone's still a-bitching. Typical.
So here I am, still in a mild state of catatonia as the clock ticks to an office exodus conclusion. Someone's playing the Brand New Heavies' first album.
Detonation in 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
posted by Alexis at 11:07 PM
 
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