I almost made it to the Time Warner office on 23rd today. I need to return some of their silly equipment or I have to pay for it, so I stuffed it in my Kenneth Cole bag this morning in hopes of dropping it off after work. When I arrived the guard was standing at the door, it was just a few minutes after 7, there were still customers inside waiting to be helped, but he just looked at me sadly and whispered in broken English through his braces, "It's after seven." I just quietly turned around and came home. I couldn't argue with him. I hadn't the strength. I'll get him tomorrow.
Nothing spectacular today. I'm working on this very interesting idea for a new campaign. Who knows what my boss will say about it?
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