To The Untimely Demise:

Which means no work. No co-workers. No long 8 hour days hearing about "sweet asses," "boobs are my favorite things," and "friends with benefits." Oh wonderful skippy!

Unfortunately, plans are not going accordingly.

Which really is only a problem because I let myself get worked up about leaving today (fri) instead of tommorow at 8. Sometimes I get so set that I forget the need to be flexible. It can be annoying. I usually end up floundering around until I can get myself used to change. I suppose I've mention transitioning before; similar. Owell . . . life goes on and there usually is a good reason for last minute plan changes. I think I will choose to believe that a large semi-truck would have flipped over onto us if we left tonight.

Which overall: 1) would have been an incredible experience in its own right but, 2) would have surely ended in the demise of all involved.

Yeah for coping.

Now I just have to find something constructive to do with my extra time. I have the goat song from the "Sound of Music" stuck in my head, perhaps I will watch that (I'd like to make a shout-out to my coffee-chick-peeps from the S who I have to blame for that).

Well. Shucks. I'll post part XI of Homo Lapin. You should all enjoy that.

Luv,
Clay