I came into work on Monday to find this on my desk, via my boss:
What are these women? Do you reach in your handbag like that?
I'm getting involved with Paws in the City. I need some do-gooding in my life. I've been reading The Financial Times that I aptly purloin from my extremely attractive, psychotic, Patrick Bateman-esk neighbor. All it seems to do is depress (err stres) me to bits.
Oh, and when I don't remember cab rides home..I sure am thankful!