Still have 2 1/2 more days of work before I'm on Christmas vacation and I'm already giving my job the middle finger.
Oh, and could this be a sweet sore throat creeping its way into my body?
Would make sense, seeing as my entire body is achy and throwing in the towel.
Holy crabby pants - I have ZERO tolerance for anything at this point.
I wonder if there's a documented inverse relationship between the number of days until Christmas and one's level of anxiety/stress/frustration.
As in, one decreases as the other increases?
All I want to do is sleep.
And crap. I can't seem to stop crapping.
Gosh help me for the next 56 hours.
2 comments:
Even on your worst day, you still rock.
Holy 'nother blog makeover. The cute aesthetic totally balances out all this finger flippin', poop droppin' talk you got going on here. And your inverse relationship theory is 2 trillion percent correct. Heaven knows I just want to be on vaca like stat around this time of the year. And I assume you already are on vaca and had a very Merry Christmas :) Big hugs!
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