Two and a half more days of work, dear people.
Two and a half.
Why, yes, I'm hankering for some time off. (Quelle surprise!) Come Monday, I've got virtually three weeks off which: YAY!
Beaching it up! (Southern summer!)
Overdosing on mango sorbet while watching 90s TV shows with my besties!
Summer evening baskage!
("Um, yeah, I think we get it, Pretzel," I hear you all say eye-rollingly.)
I've had something on pretty much every night after work (including finally meeting the awesome Kirsti when we had dinner Tuesday night) and I can unequivocally say I'm knackered and looking forward to just...slowing down in this Christmas rush. Slllloooooooowwww.
Several days ago, in an effort to curb my rapidly-declining memory (it's getting geriatric up in here), I bought a 2013 diary/organiser. (Like most organisers, it has most of December 2012 included as well, which is always great because December = ridiculously busy, DUH.)
And look! Look how pretty it is! It's got all the pretty!
(Photos from kikki-k.com)
I would have totally instagrammed the shizz out of my very own organiser so you can see my handwriting and stuff but, alas, I'm at work (on my lunch break!) and I don't have Yogi's iPhone off of which to mooch. The horror!
I know you're all dying to see my handwriting (muhahahah) so, if you're lucky (snerrrrrk), I'll post a photo as an "Edited to Add" type thingie.
But right now?
I have to get back to work. (Ack!)
Motivation = (sub)zero.
Commence brain-shutdown sequence...zzzzzzz.
(If you missed seeing five-year-old me in my December 9 post -- accompanied by surprisingly short pseudo-philosophical musings -- and you have a few minutes to spare (did I mention the short?), do check it out. It kind of perfectly captures my subconscious at present...'cept for the part where I'm mostly all, "Yaaaay, Christmassy goodness!" Ahem.)