Slowly dragging his feet, sketch scuffles toward a nice comfy seat at the bar. Sitting down he brushes back his frized hair and rubs his energy shot eyes. Looking at the bartender he orders a drink. Sketchs dull cuircuts flicker slightly for he's really been working overtme and is very drained*
Man... User really worked me overtime in word today.
*tired, sketch leans on the bar with his elbow and yawns*
Another speech he's having to do. So glade this is the last one. No more late night word processing. Still got to refine the outline so it'll be ready to turn in.
*Sketch turns and pops his neck*
Man... I'm a freakin paint program, not a word processor.