It’s sales conference week at work, so today and tomorrow are spent listening to editors present their spring 09 titles. Great fun and deathly boring, depending on who’s presenting. Nice to have free food and get out of the office, dreadful because nothing gets done and the guy in charge purposefully keeps the temp at about 45 degrees “so we won’t fall asleep.” Perhaps he is not aware of the sleep-like quality of death, once one is frozen into that state.
Meanwhile, back at home, the landlords keep it so hot the only way to sleep is spread-eagle naked with an ice cube on your tongue.
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