…and I’ll bitch if I want to. Wednesday was all like, “We know you’re helping your girlfriend move this week, but we need you to build out 60 or 70 web pages. By Friday.”

And today was all like, “Uh, yeah, I’m running on three and a half hours sleep, as you knew I would be, so you better push that bitch out to EOD Monday.”

Somebody needs to pay me for something that doesn’t involve work.