It's the end of the work day, but the crook in my neck, that was there when I woke up this morning, is still present. The stress of being a spy by night.
In my dreams, I was Sydney from Alias. I don't know how she, or even the real spies that don't get to wear such cool getups and kick people's asses, do it. The anticipation of carrying the encrypted disk out of the library, hiding it in a small German book, after meeting with my enemy, was more than I could handle.
Good thing the alarm went off.
Posted by Shokufeh at November 5, 2003 04:35 PM"German book"??? Come on, what's your secret? :)
Posted by: mademoiselle a. at November 7, 2003 02:48 PMThat's the funny thing. It was supposed to be German, but the letters were very strange looking characters.
Posted by: shokufeh at November 10, 2003 02:14 PM