Fake Working

If I have to do one more hour of fake working I am going to lose my mind. Most days I pray for a moment of respite, when my phone isn't ringing or the client isn't freaking out over some non-existant crisis .

However, after nearly 8-hours of fake working, 8 hours of cleaning my desk, 8 hours of cleaning out my in-box, 8 hours of incessantly reading Gawker, Gothamist, Curbed and all accompanying links from my blog for something.... anything.... to stave off the boredom.

I can't believe it is only Thursday. I have to work tomorrow as well. I am going to shoot myself.