And I mean my writing office, not my day job. And by “writing office” I mean Starbucks.
OCD Guy is having a bad day today. Worse than usual, at least. His finger drumming has been especially bad, and he’s just started foot stomping.
The music, too, has been especially intrusive. It’s not as awful as the times the barista’s sing along (which is an unbearable distraction) but for some reason the tunes keep stealing my attention away.
In good news, after reviewing the changes I need to make on Man Bites World, I’ve realized it’s not that much work. My wife and some will be out of town for about 10 days, and while I’ll be day jobbing for several of them, I hope to be able to finish all this before they return.
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