The level of delay on the Orange Line was nightmarish this morning. Once again, I spent all day working on the aforementioned and humongous client file, which is full of redundant copies with random highlights all over them. The concerned client is completely batty, and I get the impression that Jeremy has represented her for a long time. I'm nearly done with the file, at any rate. By the end of the day I was feeling quite sick, and I conked out around 8:30.
Quote of the day:
Junie: "Ugh, now my hands smell like tuna."
Me: "That's a fate worse than death."
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