Hate. Hatehatehate. This. Project.

They keep heaping new requirements on me, all of which mean my least favorite thing in the entire universe: research.

I've got a freaking four-hour meeting to attend this afternoon.

I'd been thinking about going to the doctor sometime this week, to see if they could do something about the allergies that are making me half-deaf, but I won't have time until this damn project is done. Which means I get to stay half-deaf for another three weeks.

The woman who's coordinating all the information keeps saying, "Great job! This is wonderful! Now do it differently!" Only she's much more longwinded than that.

I'm ready to kill something, or someone. Good thing there's a new Scum plot ramping up.

Never. Nevernevernever. Letting Mike into my office. Again.

I'm going to go, now, because there's lots to do with this stupid thing before my four-hour conference call meeting this afternoon.

--Liz