Questionable Productivity

Ugh.

So, I'm in the office, trying to get caught up on the basic stuff that gets shuffled to the bottom of my foot-high To Do pile every week.

If you were Yoda, right now you'd be all, "Do or do not. There is not try."

Admittedly, I did not dread coming into work THAT much, since it's a better idea than sitting in my apartment and sweating. However, it's SO not a better idea than sitting in the Muppet's apartment with the a/c blasting so hard my fingertips were cold, which is where I was before I was here and where I am wishing I was right now.

The agency raises the a/c on the weekends, so it's a bit warm in here, too. Plus, I sit in a spot that gets direct sunlight for much of the day, so it's definitely toasty, but it's not unbearable.

It IS making me sleepy, though.

I suppose I should get to work. I'm billing them for this, you know.