For some reason the week before a long weekend seems to drag its butt around the carpet like a constipated dog.
How is it possible that today is Thursday?
I feel like Thursday was two days ago (Tuesday, for those of you not stumbling along the space-time continuum) and really I should not have had to have been at work today. Or wait, and not yesterday either, I think....
Gargh! You see how this happens!
This also means that it is quite possible that I will wake up tomorrow and it will really be Monday afternoon and I will be wondering where the weekend went.
Because you know, that happens to me A LOT.
But usually on Sundays.