I didn't mean to break the lock last night, honestly, I think. I don't remember really what happened.
In other news, Ian is mine, ladies, back off. When a guy takes you for coffee even when you're hungover and angry at the world, that's...something I haven't had since uni (when we were usually both hungover).
This case is dragging on, really. Its really frustrated to get that feeling of running in circles. Everyone is kind of short tempered here, which is making me feel bad for the poor IT interns. This happens every summer, though. They're suddenly the new lowest man in the ranks, meaning everyone can snap at them and they can't do anything, even if they do know how to fix the phone you dropped down the stairs (I'm looking at you, Nelson). I don't know when I started caring for the interns. Ian's having an effect on me.
I really should be getting things done, now, if I have any hope of going home. Ian's threatening to follow me, so I don't drink alone again. I might just let him.