Well, today's the final day. Time's up, gang, but before we go, I've still got some things to say.

( The Truth About the Right Thing )

Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: Portishead- Glory Box

The meeting is over. Angel made his decision, the idiot.

I've alerted the Partners, and they're allowing me to remain here until they summon me for a very long debriefing. I've decided that I'm going to spend this time over at Wes's, with a large bottle of rum. Don't bother contacting me- for the first time in twelve years, I'm turning the cell phone, pager, and ThinkPad off. For the next two hours, I'm not going to be able to be reached. If you need something, you can go fuck yourselves.

They should have just given me the god damn LA firm.

Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Me making my way home through traffic