Did it get this late? It’s almost ten at night, and I’m in the office. I got stuck into 9A and a few other jobs, and I look up and it’s ten. I was hoping to go home and get some writing done tonight, but I don’t think that’ll be happening, somehow. I’ll finish up here, then I’m off home for a glass of whiskey and a bit of quality time with a book.
Sad reflection on my life though: I can be in the office until ten pm without noticing, and the most exciting thing I have to go home to is whiskey and a book?
On the other hand, at least the whiskey and the book won’t be pissed off that I lost three hours in the middle of some code.