Stressed beyond common sense
Aug. 28th, 2009 02:05 pmI'm eating chocolate. Reese's in fact. I know it will cause me pain, yet I'm eating them anyway. I need a real, live vacation. I want to go somewhere where I can sit in the shade with a book or my knitting and just take a nap if I want. I want room service and somebody to make my bed for me. I don't want to hear a ringing phone or look at anyone who appears they might have anything to do with the accounting profession. Four o'clock can't come fast enough.