4:32 p.m. I can't wait to go home. My office is hot, I'm bored. The transcript I've been working on for the last three days -- aviation antitrust litigation -- has finally bored me to not wanting to look at it. Good thing it's a seven-day turnaround. I'll work on it some more tomorrow morning.
I just want to go to the gym and work out. If there's one thing I need right now, I really want to get out of here, get in my car, blast some music as I drive down the hightway. Maybe I'll put in the first Linkin Park or some Metallica. Master of Puppets -- anything after ...And Justice For All doesn't do it for me. I just want to be free of this uncomfortable office. I've seen enough of this place and I'm tired of it.
Give me my 48-hour respite now!! As I call out to the warden. Actually, it's my office mate, Fred, but he'll do for now as he gives me a chuckle. I clink my water bottle against my imaginary bars like prisoners do in those old movies I used to watch with my relatives.
Oh, good, I've wasted 20 minutes to writing this.
Have a great weekend!