Tarde en la oficina

It's nine o'clock in the p.m., it's been a hard day's night and I've been wasting time instead of catching up on all the work I have for tomorrow. I'd like to talk about Middlesex, the book I'm about to finish, but actually I have to leave it like this and get to work. Korn flakes for breakfast, pizza for lunch (at a new place to which a friend took me), and chicken sandwich for dinner. Brazil is playing Chile in Peru and I don't have the remote to turn the TV off, or at least put down the volume. Non-smoking office. Dammit.