Killing Time And Other Stories

So. I'm waaaay too early to be here in the office. The floor's eerily quiet. I've finished setting up my tools and there's nothing left more to do but wait for 1AM to hit.

Meanwhile, I wonder what should I do. Hmm. I could draw. Yeah that would be nice. I have a new pen. I could draw with a pen again. It's been a long time since I drew with a pen. Yeah, I can do that.

OR. I can read. Yeah, that's a good idea. I got this book today, I mean, yesterday. Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman. Funny because Friday night, a friend's boyf brought his copy with him. He said he got it from Singapore or Hongkong or somewhere else. Before that, I haven't seen a copy of the damned book since about over a year ago in Bibliarch. I was not able to buy it then because I was still a poor and penniless college student. Now I'm a money-grubbing bastard, and I can buy whatever book I want seconds after seeing it on display at Sketch Books. Amazing how the universe conspires to bring you what you want.

So anyway, what else can I do? Right, well, I guess I can blog. So what about? I wonder...

Oh my, look at the time. 12:35AM. Enough of life's trivialities. Another week of answering emails from Americans in distress over the dragon that is technology awaits.