i took my time speeding home this evening.
at about five thirty i realised i had eaten nothing in the way of food, and i'd only smoked one full cigarette since eleven in the morning. but i was there until five forty five, pushing the buttons, raising the pods, and trying to keep the manboss happy, awake, and interested in things.
and i do it again at eleven tomorrow morning until three.
and the boyfriend got the wood for his frames.
and now he is not a smurf.