Shower still broken, turns out you can’t fix something just by really wanting it to work.
Also straighteners are on the blink again which means tying my hair back (which I hate doing due to my fear that I have a tiny head.)
Spent all day with printer ink on my clothes. It was also on my face, which took me longer than I’m proud of to notice. Which explains why Daniel smiled at me when I asked if he needed anything, I thought for a second that he maybe had some sort of soul.
My mistake.
Michael and Katie will be leaving tomorrow for mission in Russia. One of the guys from the break in at our other offices was flagged as ex-FSB (Russian Counterintelligence) and they are going to try to get more information on him. It’s a shame Stanley’s not going with them, I don’t have a Russia magnet.
Am considering taking up drinking professionally. Must do more research, perhaps with the bottle of tequila that’s been staring at me, dirty little vixen’s been flirting with me for weeks, I think tonight’s the night we finally get it on.
