Weekend fun

Nothing like billing around 50 hours in a week (note: that's *billing*, not just working), including a night you're at the office until midnight, only to get an email on your blackberry first thing on Saturday telling you you fucked up (when it's only partly your fault, of course) and you have to go to the office (half an hour each way on a good day with no traffic) to fix it.

And *then* noticing that in the comments on your sister's blog she's apparently upset with you for some baffling reason she doesn't bother explaining.

And then realizing that your weekend is half over and you haven't even had a chance to drunk (yes, that's "drunk" not "drink") away the bad mood.