There needs to be a word for the anxious feeling you get when you’re told you can leave work early and think there’s something you need to do even when you’ve established that whatever you still need to do you can’t get done that day. But until then, I’ll just say fuck it, I’m going to the gym. There’s weekending to be had. When I next return to my computer, Marcy will have discovered some extra ugly shit from the torture memos. Make sure you give her money for her good work.