10 September 2001 - 1:30 p.m.

I'm at work.

Only not for the first time today (hehehe).

I actually sneaked in this morning to use the hidden copy machine on the floor. 9 copies of an 8-page screenplay. That's 72 pages of illicit script, for those of you who don't care to do the math.

I am the bad girl of the office. Oh yes I am.

Not that jack shit would have happened to me if I had gotten caught, but the only way to get myself do finish assignments in a timely fashion is to feel like I am breaking all kinds of rules, and fantasizing about all the high-level administrators opening their meetings with lines like, "Man, I hear that Jenn is one bad mother-"

Or maybe part of me wants to get fired. No, I can say with certainty that part of me wants to get fired.

Regardless, I am so badass, so very, very badass.

What I'm wearing:

What I'm reading:

What I'm doing after this: