I don't even know if the story is that good.
Last night at the pub quiz we were sitting downwind of two chain smokers, yet we were unable to answer a question about the definition of misocapnist.
The music at Bauhaus is remarkably bad (at least for those of us who do not ♥ the 80s). Yet abandoning my office to work here for a little while feels like a step in the right direction. Now, though, I feel compelled to fold my laundry. What a stupid day.