Not counting my own, of course. Man, yesterday was weird.
This Week of Minor Hell is almost over. ALMOST OVER. The production schedule for today says we'll be done at 5. FIVE. Sure, I'll be trapped in the office an additional hour or so, but who cares? I get to have a Friday night. I may even get to go SHOPPING.
I've been on the wagon for the past month or so, in order to drop some weight and detox a little, and while I feel great about this I can't help but feel that if I don't have a drink or two tonight, I'm gonna wake up in a cold sweating panic tomorrow morning at 9:01 AM, convinced that it's a weekday, I'm running late, and that the universe is falling apart around me.