Having a Loverboy moment
That's right - I am working for the weekend. Seriously, I'm so out of it I have to keep repeating to myself what day it is. I don't know why exactly I'm so stressed out. There is a lot on my mind and a lot I have to do (getting the plumber to fix my sink, do taxes, write one story and revamp another, try more of the diagnostic stuff on my computer before I just give the fuck in and uninstall/reinstall Photoshop, finishing the database, consolidating all my damn lists into just one notebook,plus I have all these ideas swimming around about redoing my desk space). And I'm still pissed that I wasted a good 3-4 hours on Sunday doing travel research because my mom said she was feeling guilty that neither of us has seen her parents since the initial grandmother/cancer thing started 2 years ago and maybe we should go down together. I can't even tell you how many years it's been since I saw my mother. But then when I called her with the info she was all 'oh, I talked to them today so I'm not feeling as guilty.' Grrrrr!
My point being, I am very much looking forward to celebrating jenelope's holiday on Saturday. I need a Selfish Day. And since they're predicting snow showers, it's a perfect day for at-home enjoyment (oh yeah, and I'm soooo good at enforced relaxation [/sarcasm]). Except, I may have to make a little trip out to Moogy's because nothing says 'I love me' more than a giant roll stuffed with Italian cold cuts.
My point being, I am very much looking forward to celebrating jenelope's holiday on Saturday. I need a Selfish Day. And since they're predicting snow showers, it's a perfect day for at-home enjoyment (oh yeah, and I'm soooo good at enforced relaxation [/sarcasm]). Except, I may have to make a little trip out to Moogy's because nothing says 'I love me' more than a giant roll stuffed with Italian cold cuts.