I didn't get to leave work early today. I really wanted to escape. It was torture. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought that. For some reason, it's at least comforting to know others are struggling, too.
There will be working this weekend, but not tonight. I refuse. I've walked some dogs, gotten some dinner and now I'm chillin' in comfy clothes, out of the cold drizzle. With a large glass of wine, of course. It's a nice Friday night to be watching TV with a couple of big dogs.
Sadly, my brain is too fried to remember much of the super-annoying things from today. Okay, that's not entirely true. I just want it to go away for a little while. Is that so much to ask?