(Monday)
For some God-unknown reason I was showing up to work at 6 a.m. Monday. I swear, one of these days I'm going to show up to work naked. If asked why, I'll claim that it wasn't in my brilliantly scripted orders. I would then beg forgiveness for 'assuming' I was allowed to breath, or even be conscious. We'd all laugh. Nothing would change.
They were never going to give me advance warning of what my latest errand entailed. I don't think it was in them.
"You've made to Week Three," Buffy sneered as we entered the garage beneath Havenstone's skyscraper. "I'm flabbergasted."
"So am I -- flabbergasted that is," I nodded sagely. "I had no idea you knew what flabbergasted meant."
Punch. Definitely back to the old Buffy.
"You need a haircut," she commented. My phone beeped. I had data p
