Email Slayer Redux

March 17, 2010 by Skyla
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Spending the day away from the office at a friend's house...in her office while she's away. And I'm tackling email (the horror) to keep me from going all Wicker Man on a few people.

When I started:
Away from my desk, at friend's PC for the day. Tackling inbox... on Twitpic

And now:
Share photos on twitter with Twitpic

And now breaking to get a drink of rum spiked ice tea and playing around with updating the website here and there. (Apologies if things get screwy as you're navigating around here, folks!)

In other news, if I'd slept in yesterday, I would have been hit with a fucking shelf hanging over my bed. As it is, books ended up all over and a plant ended up in my laundry. I'll be picking broken pieces of terracotta out of my thongs now.

(And, of course, in the age of social media, I took pictures for several minutes to document the fiasco rather than, like, clean it up...)

My mum hung the shelf, therefore I'm working under the assumption that she's trying to kill me.

Happy St. Paddy's Day, boys and girls. Remember to kiss me, 'cause I'm Irish. Or at least my liver is...

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