Work....

I've been on the phone for a large part of the day getting small things done. Its very strange doing telephonic conversations about a story when you would rather do it face to face. Worse still is when the networks collapse and you get redirected to voicemail. In defence of voicemail however, while half my friends hate my voicemail, but I find it convinient. My own voicemail that is.
I feel sleepy right now, for some strange reason. But there is work to be done. And work has to be done well.