it is 10:45pm.

i am still at the office.
i have been here since 7:30am.
i took a 1-hour break all day, to get my hair cut and grab some takeout at 5:30pm.

the *one* good thing in all of this: my boss's boss's boss was here until 7:30pm, and saw me working, and asked if he could do anything to reduce my workload, including getting a temporary person in to help. (he rocks.) it wouldn't work for what i'm doing, but it's good to know he recognizes the insanity that is my job and that i'm busting my ass.

going home in a bit to sleep. zzzzzzzzzzzz.

this is why i don't foster animals:

because i would want to keep every single one!!!! oooooOOOOOOooooooo!!!!!

these are kittens that my friend R in boston is fostering for a few weeks. i want to eat them, they're so cute!!!!! oooooooo! how in the world do you give these little things away after even 5 seconds of being in the same room? it would be physically impossible for me to do.