Another hasty entry during my lunch break. This time I’m at home, and although it’s the most stressful hour of the day because I have to make coffee, eat something (mostly some sort of sandwich) and then forcefully relax, I love it. Compared to an hour at the office, where I do nothing else than dumbly hitting the keyboard, this really is action.
Alright, another five minutes and I’m off again, translating gibberish so YOU can open your doors and drawers.
(done with proof-reading, it’s now three minutes…am I a bit slow?)