Some numbers...

3 simultaneous accounts clobbering me

4 days in a row going home at 2.

Countless cigarette butts in my ashtray.

Gazillion ideas streaming in my mind, yet I could only choose a few.

Dozens cups of coffee, galons of water.

A stack of empty cans of beer, courtesy from my boss.

A plastic bag full of candies from a very talented friend.

Nearly a hundred working hours in just a few days *caressed by Lisa Ekdahl's divine voice*.

Endless layout corrections.

And that's just the beginning...

Now me going home and will be dreaming about a goddess... Cheers.