Ugh.

It's 6:28 on a Wednesday night and where am I? Work. Yes, that's right, work. I'm not out with friends or on a date or even spending time with my family. I'm at work catching up on my emails that have suddenly multiplied like Tribbles until they are completely out of control. Only they aren't cute, furry and squeaky. They are annoying and ask questions I already answered and want things done immediately. I keep promising myself, just ten more minutes, just ten more minutes. Now, I tell myself when I get my emails down to 90 in my inbox, I can go home. Too bad I'm still at 107. Sigh.