prisoner
fudge. it's official. me and my fellow creative people are prisoners in this crappy office. i've been here for the last 42 hours and still i'm racking my brain for copy for a tv commercial and some poster stuff alongside with other projects also for Dunkin'. i'm also tasked to present to a client tomorrow afternoon. i wonder if they would still appreciate their creative materials presented by a freaking zombie with green eyebags? i need sugar bad.