And it's supposed to be nice. Thelma is crawling all over me purring andI am thinking of the dozens of things I'll have to get done before I can head out on my road trip.
Work particularly awful last night.
I am ready for a change of pace. Maybe I'll be ok. I could hardly sleep I had so much on my mind and I'll feel bad about it forever. Especially my days off but I guess I can't help it now.