heart in hand. . .

Ok, ok, ok, ok. . . .

I'm beyond frustrated.

My head hurts, my eyes hurt, i've been in some sort of training session all day. . . "training." HA!! AND, to top it all off, apparently I'm simply a little school girl.

I'm not the one who is supposed to be a little girl.

I could have gone all day without knowing that Wednesday is D-day. At least it's my day off. At least I'll be able to think about that all day. All day long. Awesome.

It could only be made better were I to know the exact moment it hit the mail box. Maybe the postmaster could call me and tell me it's happened.

Why on earth am I doing this to myself?

And I'm out,

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