Okay, so this morning I came in and thought, "I'm going to just plow through all this permissions crap and not goof off or play around on the Internet." So I did. I just did a quick email check and started working. I thought it would make the time pass faster. Boy did it just not do that at all. It's only 11. This is the longest week ever. How can it only be Thursday? Argh. And authors are stupid. I vote for getting rid of them all and going with my boss Krishni's idea of just having everything done by medical editors. Works for me.
I just got this craving for New England clam chowder. I'm going to attempt to resist the temptation of going to Pizzeria Uno for lunch and just have some chowder for dinner.
Current song in my head:
"In a New York Minute" by Don Henley (courtesy of last night's The West Wing)