Ryan feels pretty today. He's singing the song from "West Side Story". He sings it almost as good as Maria, but he is especially annoying today. That's what makes him so endearing.
Neither of us are in the mood to write this afternoon, but we're still pumping out the stories. Brain prostitution. He just called me "Sukka". He even spelled it out for me. Very helpful.
Neither of us know where the rest of the newsroom is today. They were all gone when we came back from lunch. Maybe they got some mysterious plague and Ryan and I just happened to miss it so now we're left in the Armageddon of what was once a thriving newsroom.
And maybe I just need to get back to work.