The last fifteen minutes...
Dec. 4th, 2003 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieThis is always the hardest part of the day for me. Especially if it's been a quiet one, like it has today. I'm at the stage where there is really nothing I can do, I've read LJ frontwards and backwards, my email has petered out and there are fifteen super-stretchy Plasticman-type minutes left before I can leave.
*sighs*
And there's no point me writing anything, because no sooner would I start getting into things, I'd have to either leave and break my momentum, or stay and look really obsessive, especially when everyone else is going home and they know there's no work to be done.
Still, I got my x_project application done, and hopefully they'll like the wonderfully twisted things I've done to Amanda Sefton and let me play. Which would definitely give me something to do when the work dries up.
Well, that managed to use up five minutes. *drums fingers on desk* Now what? Oh! I can take my mug into the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher, whoo! Be still my heart!
*sighs*
And there's no point me writing anything, because no sooner would I start getting into things, I'd have to either leave and break my momentum, or stay and look really obsessive, especially when everyone else is going home and they know there's no work to be done.
Still, I got my x_project application done, and hopefully they'll like the wonderfully twisted things I've done to Amanda Sefton and let me play. Which would definitely give me something to do when the work dries up.
Well, that managed to use up five minutes. *drums fingers on desk* Now what? Oh! I can take my mug into the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher, whoo! Be still my heart!
