too bad I’m alone
and too bad there’s no beer in the fridge. I’m at the office and it’s steamy and there’s a rocking jazz group jamming somewhere really close. And too bad I have to get up really early tomorrow.
Otherwise it would be a party. I guess that’s a lot of factors, though. (sigh)
Having an office on St Laurent street rocks. Even if it’s kinda a crackden (literally). (and yeah- I meant my office building, not the street. You kinda have to keep an eye out for needles.)