Just a little bit longer....

[ellenmillion]

The only way I've gotten through my day thus far is to mutter: "A little bit longer, just a little bit longer and then I can go die in a corner somewhere..."

John and Bill said I could leave once I'd conquered airports. Several thousand mutters, a few curse words and three hours later, I'm at my parents' packing up Wish3 to mail out on my way home. And I have just a few very overdue orders I at *least* want to print up transfers for. Just a few more. Just a little bit longer.

Stomach feels decidedly uncomfortable, and I think I need to go force some food past the flaming tunnel masquerading as my throat.

Another hour. An hour of EMG work, and then I can go die at home. That'll get me very nicely caught up, and I can go die.

Just a little bit longer.

I think I'll call in sick tomorrow. They'll probably have anneurysms (however you spell that) at work because there are so many crucial projects going out, but I couldn't care less right now.

Just a little bit longer, and then I can go die.

Comments

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

I swear, Ellen, I'm going to come up there, bodily remove you from work and EMG and home, and plant you on a nice balmy island somewhere for three weeks with nothing to do but lie around and eat mangos.

[songblade.livejournal.com]

GOOD LUCK, LOVE!!!! *GLOMPS* I should send you some Chinese tea ^_^ ya dig tea?