It Feels Like August

Today feels like a day in late August/early September to me – not because of the weather or anything like that. Instead, I have to return to work tomorrow after a week off and, much as I love my job, well, I feel like that kid enjoying his last day of summer vacation before he has to go back to school. I am excited but sad. I am eager but anxious. I am looking forward to it and dreading it. I want to go to sleep and wake up rich and/or retired. I know; I am a brat…

hidingWanna’ know what makes it all REALLY ridiculous? I go back to work Saturday, then I’m off Sunday, work Monday, a half day Tuesday, off Wednesday, work Thursday and Friday then I have ANOTHER three day weekend… I know. I am spoiled. I am lazy. I am a child…

I wish I were uber-rich. I love my parents, I really do, but if our last name could have been Rockefeller or Hilton or Trump, well, I would have loved them all the more. Sigh… I better go watch some TV. I have to “get up early” tomorrow. Wahhhhhhhhh….. 

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