Corporate Night

Corporate night at Gutshot. Joy. Normally this means the club is closed and civilians are asked to leave. Forced. This applies to me too, but tonight I'm going along for the ride, the get the "corporate feel" to the place in order to write nice words. The kind that come off your keyboard like butter.

That's all gibberish of course. I intend to keep out of the way, make a sneak attack on the buffet and pretend to look busy. I'm not even half way through today's pile of work, and I feel like playing online. Jobs are lost that way.

But it keeps me away from The Generator (shudder), and kids high on e-numbers, so there's a silver lining.