only two more days off then i go back to work. i don’t want to go back to work. i want another month of being lazy and alone. another month of not having to make polite conversation with anyone for any reason. not having to answer, fifty times, “how was your vacation?” when i know they don’t really care, they only think i want their curiosity.
i want to delay that question for as long as possible. i don’t want to lie to them and tell them the fictionalized version of my trip i’ve concocted so they won’t ask too many questions about the details. i want to forget it. completely.
back to making lunches and ringing phones and ambient noise and construction dust. i think i’ll call in dead for three more weeks. i don’t to go back to work. i want to be a homebody. i need to start designing xxx websites to earn a living from this exact position. popups! it’s all about the popups.
i’m going to do laundry and take the garbage out and dust today. i’m going to do all that so i don’t have to do any of it tomorrow. tomorrow is not going to be about chores. *stomps foot*
i *heart* you, daisy.
First – does a card postmarked on your birthday count as coming in time? It’s been sitting in the living room a few extra days, oops.
Second – I’m ALL about finding a job designing XXXX (the x is for x-tra cash ;)) websites at this point. I SO hate my job. Grrr grrr fucking grrr. It makes my blood pressure go WAY up just to think about it, so I’ll shut up (lest I be told to quit tryign to conceive again!). But, suffice it to say, grr.
Um, wait, this was about you! So… happy last ~36 hours of total fun and mayhem ;)
Happy Birthday Heather!!
happy b-day mistress