Cynicism alert.

We've managed to rope in a temp to help out with some of the production-level copywriting here in the department. He'll be here at about 10 a.m. tomorrow, and we can keep him four hours a day, for about as long as we need him. It's hard to be excited about this when I know that means I'll be tied up in training him now. I'm still cranking away at a good 200+ letters that were due on 8/01, nevermind what's coming up or just hasn't been turned in for the rest of the month. Ah, well.

Also, I think Rove is going to turn up dead soon. Some sort of noble, good-old-boy suicide. Gods forgive me, but that's what I think.

Diving into the work pile yet again,
Nik out.