...would be a wonderful heading if, in fact, I had taken the time to compose a soul searching poem of love.
Unfortunately, I could not think of any word that rhymed with "boobies".
It is now 3 minutes past midnight on a Tuesday. Or to be accurate, it is already Wednesday. Twas the Easter break last weekend so I have the pleasure of a four day working week, which on the one hand sounds absolutely wonderful until I do something silly like accept at 9.15am meeting for Wednesday to go over work thinking it was Monday so I could do the work on the Tuesday.
That sentence may not make sense but the takeaway is that I have to go into work early tomorrow and do enough work to pretend that I know what I'm talking about.
Just like always, bluffing my way through life.
Sooner or later someone will call me out, right?
