I’m convinced there’s some kind of time suck that happens on Tuesdays. It’s as if a massive vortex of tremendous proportions rips huge handfuls of time out of the ether and we are left with nothing but a gigantic ‘you are screwed’ sign across the sky that dissipates if you try to look at it too hard.

Well, not me, massive time-stealing vortex! I say, fine then! Take your time and go home. I’ll just have happy hour WHILE I’m finishing my work. See how you like that!

The result will probably be better anyway.

Update: Inspiration comes at odd times, doesn’t it? That’s a fine how-do-you-do too.