Well, hear me -- you got the battle, but I'm winning the war.
I believe it was three thirty or so -- perhaps even earlier -- when I took a break from cleaning the house to go do up some application packages for various school districts.
I came up for air at five in order to turn on the hockey game (insert mandatory GO CANUCKS type statement here), and just let it play in the background as I went back.
It's now seven o'clock and I've only now just finished what I'd hoped to when I started. It took me three and a half hours to get five application packages together and ready to take to the post office before work tomorrow. The reason I point this out is so that when you hear a disturbingly loud and evil cackle coming from the Lower Mainland around, oh, 9:15 am Pacific Time, you'll know why.
I came up for air at five in order to turn on the hockey game (insert mandatory GO CANUCKS type statement here), and just let it play in the background as I went back.
It's now seven o'clock and I've only now just finished what I'd hoped to when I started. It took me three and a half hours to get five application packages together and ready to take to the post office before work tomorrow. The reason I point this out is so that when you hear a disturbingly loud and evil cackle coming from the Lower Mainland around, oh, 9:15 am Pacific Time, you'll know why.