Another long, stressful week (almost) in the can.
My fingers are crossed and I’m hoping I can get through the day with the fewest possible people complaining, ‘cuz I’ve had my fill of needless bitching for the week/month/year/lifetime.
But, bigger still, I can’t focus on anything right now. My mind is running ahead to 4:30 and I’m thinking of errands I have to get done tonight and this weekend.
Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of work to do, I just don’t want to do it.
Sigh. Less than six hours to go, not that I’m counting or anything.
Remember this 80s gem by Loverboy? It’s been running through my head all morning and now it will in your head too - and you won't get the sight of mullets and red leather pants out of your head either. You're welcome.