Margarita nights

Wednesday, half past 8.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is not good. I'm still in the office, rush-editing design templates for another major project.

Maaaan - I know Big Boss wants me to get involved with highly visible projects but I'm drowning here already.

No wonder Wednesday yuppie nights got invented. By this time, we feel like walking zombies already.

Damn, I need a glass. Now!