Twelve hours later, and have still not left work. Am certain this type of schedule must be illegal or at least immoral. Who cares about overtime pay when one has NO time to spend it?
Huge deadline crunch is only compounded by the fact that newest client is the quite famous and aforementioned Ms. Hearst of black-beret-wearing, semi-automatic-weapon-slinging newspaper-fortune fame. Thus the recent obsession that have had with violent outbursts and being kidnapped by vigilantes-with-a-cause. Indeed. Am actually v. v. excited to meet Ms. H tomorrow morning. Though am not inclined to wear hat in office, wonder if would be appropriate to don a black beret for said occasion.
Had movie night with J last night. Watched newly acquired super-hero DVD with J in his sleepy, THC-enhanced fog.
J: (mumbling something unintelligible)
H: You're so very high.
J: Fuck you. (Going silent and looking suddenly very serious) Why do you put up with me? I mean who says that to you?
H: Ah, I know a good 'Fuck you" from you means, "I love you."
J: Yeah, it does. But if I knew me, I probably wouldn't be friends with me. I mean, why would anyone hang out someone so stupid?
H: A good sense of humor and pity for those less fortunate?
J: You're funny.
H: I know. If I knew me, I'd definitely be friends with me.
J: Yeah you would. But that's cause you're cool as shit.
H: Cool as shit?
J: You know what I mean. Watch the movie.