is it troublesome to wake up around 4:30 p.m. in the parking lot of the library? I’m in the right municipality at least. A copy of a weeks-long old ALIVE was strewn across my chest. and the Honda was running, to keep us warm. You know, the usual Tuesday thaaang.
Plus, I think I got a haircut along the way. I’ll have to check the bank statement to see what else happened.
There are T-Minus three and a half work days remaining until “vacation.”
This means three days to do about three week’s worth of work, but take heart! I can see the light at the end of a long, dark, one-and-a-half year tunnel. I took a couple days off to move, but other than that, it’s been pretty much a solid show since August of 2005, with “solid show” meaning “no more than three days off at a time, and that only happened, like, twice.”
I’m so excited …. I’m so excited…. I’m so … scared. (you know, from the oft-referenced Saved by the Bell episode with the caffeine pills and the Hot Sundaes? I hate when people talk about that episode.)
But seriously. I am totally mental-headed.
There is paint in my hair.
Seth and I spent a great deal of time weeping this weekend, as we just about put the finishing touches on our “quick” four-month closet project. We painted the room, which means … we have walls! and insulation! everything’s comin’ up Teter!
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