I called her. I asked when she would have time to meet. She said after work she was free. I asked when she got off work. After a short rant about how I always ask, and the answer is always the same, she said, “Five.”
I shaved, bathed, combed, and dressed. I thought that would take up most of my time, but it was only two o' clock.
The monitor sat on my desk, almost laughing at me. Possibly discussing with the printer about how I couldn't write anymore, about how they were going to waste, about how I was going to waste.