Phone Keeps Ringing

I can't get anything done here. I have to get out of the house. I'm going to go to theOffice (that's how they sPell it) which is a place in Brentwood where you can pay to work. They've got the Aeron chairs and the fong shwey plants and one of those burbling water things... all very nice, but most importantly productive. And right now, that's the name of the game. I've just landed a couple weeks work in NYC and the script is going to have to be done by the the time I leave (which is looking like a week from Monday). Matter of fact, I don't know how they're going to give me notes on the thing with me out of town, but it's not my problem. That's why God made email.