I swear, I thought I left the house wearing a different outfit today, but a glance in the mirror indicates that, at some point, I pulled on the crankypants. And those bitches are tight, too.

Hopefully everyone who was NOT supposed to bother me this week has officially STOPPED bothering me so that I can get some real stuff done. Too bad I’m too tired to keep my eyes open. Here’s to another working weekend if I can’t just pull my act together tonight, and I have too many expectations to meet tomorrow to spend the whole day immersed in my own crap.

Am seriously counting down to new year’s eve because I know there’s a nice night out awaiting me. And that’s what I need — booze, friends and, well, more booze.

If there’s a circus with which I can run away, my life’s goal has become to find it!

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