The Husband and I are taking some well-deserved vacation time this week end next. Since today is The Husband's last day at work, he wanted to get in early to do all the things that needed doing before he left.
This means I've been at work since 8:30 am. I have, whether you choose to believe it or not, actually been working my ass off this whole time. I've been running between floors, looking for books and working up a sweat. I returned to my cubicle to discover it's only 10:54 am.
I've already looked at everywhere on the internet that needed to be looked. Read all my email. Got a Dr. Pepper and mailed some mail. And now...
What am I supposed to do?
It's 11 am, and I am BORED OUT OF MY FUCKING SKULL.
Even adding an entry is not cutting it for me.
Maybe I'll crawl under my desk and take a nap.