Just had my blessed slumber interrupted by the company's corporate counsel, who mosied on in on the way to the bathroom. I really don't think that he expected me to be concealed on a beanbag under a desk in the corner of a dark room.

Just hoping that I don't cop poo from it. He seems to be an extremely nice guy... Infact, I'm not going to deny it, he is a really nice guy. Really genuine, polite, intelligent etc.

He just works too damn hard, that's the problem. Like all of the execs in this company - no where near enough leisure time going on, too much working. Rots the brain in my opinion. I know I'd be totally jilted if I had to work on the weekend all the time.

OH WAIT, I FUCKING DO! WHICH MEANS I FUCKING AM! WHICH MEANS... THAT'S FUCKED!