I never wanted an existence where I only looked forward to the weekend . . . but I'm afraid this week has gotten the best of me. I just want it to be Saturday . . .
Have to work late tomorrow. The whole week has been freakshow. Haven't been home before 10 p.m. in two days, and tomorrow is not looking good either. And as I sleepwalk through the end of the week, I cling to the magical moment of being curled up in bed on Saturday morning when I will think of nothing.
And spring break is how far away?
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