We have a problem, and I need to sort it out. And I’ve got other stuff to do, which really has to be done by the time I clock off on Friday. So a teeny-weeny bit of concentration would be useful. Fat chance.
And it’s the 17th today, too.
79,5 hours to go. Past the half-way mark, at least.
Voice in my head: Shakira – Underneath Your Clothes