7:20 on a Thursday morning and I’m set up in the cafe at the State Library, killing time before I head upstairs to go and kick the dayjob into gear. It’s a dreary kind of morning with drizzling rain and grey skies and people clutching at umbrellas, although some people choose to job bare-chested through it all and some people forgot their umbrellas. I know you can’t actually see the rain in the photograph, but trust me, it’s there.
A gentlemen who just walked past who is the very definition of dapper. I have no idea who he is, but he’s easily on the far side of fifty and he’s totally rocking his chosen look.
I haven’t had much sleep.
There’s nothing particular unusual about this. Not having much sleep is something of my natural state, although this time around the sleep debt is entirely intentional. I went to bed after midnight last night, I woke up around 5:00, which is part of my cunning ploy to ensure I get to bed at an early hour tonight (hah) in order to rack up some Zzzs prior to flying down to Melbourne at 5 o’clock tomorrow morning.
Today is going to be crazy.
Oh god, today is going to be crazy.
There were a half-dozen deadlines that absolutely, positively needed to be done for the dayjob this week and none of them were easy. Worse, none of them were really all that well-ranked in terms of this is the one you can let slide if things get crazy. Then Brisbane went and flooded, which meant we were all out of the office for a day on account of our office being down by the Brisbane river, and even though that was a blessing for one of the projects, it put me behind on a bunch of others.
Today is my last day at work for the week. Therefore: crazy. Once nine o’clock hits I’m required to be a productivity ninja for the next eight hours.
Then I can go home and pack.
Before that, there will be writing though. And before that, there will be coffee.
Time to go kick out the jams, wot?
